#so I can either have 2 OC’s have this long braid or I can make one have the braid and trade out who has it…

[volk0720]

Drawings rn… what should I put in the next panel? I don’t normally script out these little things

[dol-dogboy]

Finished!! Oc ask meme !!! For Percy, Bowie, and Damon!!!

-> Warning for mentions of self harm and suicide attempts!!! Stay safe!!

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Percy:

Uhhhh let’s see notable parts,,,,,,,, well, his eye for one, there’s a visible claw scar there but their eyeball was amputated as well due to the damage done to it

They have decently crooked teeth, peppered all over but particularly their canines stick outwards, to the point where post tf one of their fangs juts out over their lip

Self harm scars littered over his upper arms and thighs, as well as a particularly nasty one on his left wrist after failing to try and sever an artery

Pretty slender shoulders, lean build, they’ve also got lil itty bitty titties (‘budding’ by in game standards)

My favorite part of his design is his cute floppy fox ears :) they make him look a lil goofy as intended

Bowie:

Exactly three cute lil freckles per cheek

Long curly hair that he takes out of the braid… very rarely, he’s forgotten the last time he’s fully let his hair down at this point honestly he just washes it In The Braid

Broad shoulders, fat and muscular!!!! Slamming into him is like slamming into a brick wall that’s how built he is!!!! Big tummy and thighs with strong arms,,,, ideal

My favorite part of his design is his cute eyes,,, big wobbly brown eyes like a baby cow, with the ovular pupils to boot

Oh and also his enormous boobs. For pervert reasons of course

Damon:

Thick eyebrows!!! His trademark two little eyelashes at the bottom of his eyes!! Cute pointy ears!!! And his cute lil fangs that are meant to be enticing and draw people in as per his tf

Incubus womb tattoo except he doesn’t have a womb so it’s just a pelvis tattoo 😔

His body is very very built, not sure how well I draw it but he’s meant to have a very rectangular build that boy is a square, has abs both bc I find them hot and bc he’s not the healthiest guyyyy whoopsieeee

Fav part of his design is his hair no doubt, even though it’s a bitch to draw sometimes, oh also his facial hair bc I love a good gnc masculine looking guy

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

Percy:

Tar pit <3 just so so unpleasant and awful and brings the mood down wherever they go, takes either a fellow mega sadist to get along with them (Rebecca) or someone who is so opposite of that vibe it cancels each other out and they become a comedy duo (Damon)

Basically this

Bowie:

The shy introvert that just sorta gets adopted by the group, he’s very very quiet sitting in the corner until something he likes (gardening, particularly) gets brought up and suddenly he starts yapping and yapping….. and then he gets embarrassed for being so chatty and sits quietly again like >/////<

Damon:

Guy that eats something off the ground for five pounds. General dumbass that gets into trouble just bc he wants to see what’s gonna happen….. also the guy that flirts with all his homies bc it’s funnyyyyy

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

Percy:

Agnostic. Doesn’t particularly care whether there are gods or not because it doesn’t matter to him, not his problem!!

Bowie:

Also agnostic, hopeful that maybe there’s a god out there that is good and actually cares but ah…. He’s not holding his breath about it

Damon:

God is fake and religion is a scam!!! Technically he’s an initiate at the temple, that’s why he can say with absolute certainty that religion is a bunch of bullshit… doesn’t talk about it though because it would absolutely upset Sydney and he Hates seeing him sad, so he just keeps that to himself and lets the bitterness fester every time he has to endure another stupid punishment for just doing his fuckin’ *jobssss* (does know there are powerful forces in the world but more so associates them with being spirits of some sort rather than world creating lightning bolt wielding gods)

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

Percy:

They’re locking themself up in their room every time they’re sick they HATEEEEE looking all vulnerable around people, only people they’re veryyyyy close to can come in and get them some medicine but then they MUST leave. Otherwise they just kinda sweat it out and hope they don’t die

Bowie:

Somehow even more pathetic and miserable than usual… usually just tries to power through it but if he had someone to spoil him….. he’s looking up at them like 🥺👉👈 thriving moisturized in his lane

Damon:

Probably is sick for a whole day before he realizes after nearly passing out from a fever, needs to be forced into bed rest if it’s bad enough. A lot lower energy than usual but he tries to act like everything’s normal, although if he was being taken care of then he’d be touched enough to let up on the act a bit

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

Percy:

Murder is okay sometimes (only ‘sometimes’ because if he said all murder is okay then that would mean murdering him is okay and it is NOT. Hypocrite 9000!!)

Bowie:

(Sweating and looking around at the hills that the other two are dying on) Well uh…. he does truly and genuinely believe that he takes up too much space. Always wishes he was shorter and weaker because of that mentality…. And then gets guilty since he knows that other people would kill to have his size and strength. Torture nexus :(

Damon:

Murder is okay sometimes. Also there needs to be more fictional male characters that are pink he’s got a DEFICIENCY!!!!

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

Oh is it time for me to reveal my dastardly pc naming theme. And by dastardly I mean silly…..

Their names are all five letters and they’re all stupid in origin :)

Percy:

Okay this one’s the weirdest bc it’s based on an inside joke but uh. So you know the drug “Percocet”—

Bowie:

Bovine -> Bo -> “five letter names with bo in it” -> Bowie :)

Damon:

Demon,,,,, daemon,,,,,,,,,, Damon :)

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

Percy:

Any kind of meat post fox tf, they’ve become a protein/iron fiend and it’s very very concerning <3

Bowie:

Apples. Anything with apples as an ingredient. Looks at tf. Don’t think about it too hard or it gets weird and kinda sad

Damon:

…. Anything? He forgets to eat Constantly and he would need Robin or Sydney to remind him to eat, so he’s kinda just gotten used to taking whatever food is offered to him because usually he’s starving if it’s at that point

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

Percy:

Their combat boots, one of his first big splurges was buying them and now he’s grown attached to them. Basically his favorite weapon of all time, he loves kicking and stomping with them <3 if someone tries to take them from him he Will Break Their Jaw.

Bowie:

He owns some succulents that are very important to him…. They’re cute and liven up his room, just some small living things that he gets to nurture…

As for something he doesn’t like….. in lore he got his lil cowbell from the underground farm, and he just can’t part with it no matter how many times he ponders it

Damon:

He still holds onto the pills Harper gave him. Never uses them, but sometimes he just holds them in his hands, thinking about things he really shouldn’t…. And then he puts them away in the darkest corner of his stupid meds stash and acts like it never happened

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

Percy:

This bitch wears black at literally all times of year they are DYINGGGG during summer but they absolutely refuse to dress down more than a tank top bc they’re STUBBORN!!! Hence, they enjoy chillier weather

Bowie:

Used to working in the heat so he has a major resistance to it, wouldn’t say he Dislikes the cold necessarily but he handles being sweaty a lot better over shivering

Damon:

A hoe never gets cold this bitch runs HOT!!! Prefers cold weather because getting all hot and sweaty is only sexy under Specific Circumstances and sitting in his room doing nothing is NOT one of them

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

Oh boyyyyy dialogue I need to make up on the spot uhhhh okay lessee

Percy: “I’ll never…. Be allowed to decide anything that I want, will I? Can’t decide who I am, what I want to do, can’t even decide when I want to die?…… Then I’ll just have to be better than you, all of you that thought you could order me around. I will be better than you.”

Bowie: “A-ah, I’m…… I’m sorry….. I got too…. Emotional again. Too loud. Too much. That’s all I really am, just…. Bowie…. A crybaby, a coward…. And the worst part is that they’re right….. I’m too clumsy, too tall, too strong, but also too weak. I don’t…… I don’t like anything about myself. Ha….”

Damon: “I thought I loved him, y’know? I really thought I did. But he was just using me. That’s all everyone wants to do with me really, not even just sexually. All I am is an object to be used, for labor, for sex, for a laugh. Just an object. Oh well, I don’t care. Just how it works, yeah?”

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

Percy:

Family- Erm. Well. Their parents uh. Think they’re a freak that should’ve never been born…? Top ten things that totally didn’t fuck them up in the head

Close friends- If you’ve gotten to a point where you have spoken to them enough that you are close friends with them then you have accepted that they’re a corrupt awful bastard tar pit, but also like….. kind of a massive dork too. There’s only so many times you can see someone perk up seeing someone wearing alt clothing before you go “oh they’re a loser. A terrifying loser”

Colleagues- Efficient at what they do but has quite the mean mug on ‘em. In the more seedy underground parts they’re known for being brutal with anyone that gets in their way

Strangers- Intimidating! They’re 6’4” with either a stern blank face or a nasty glare, that’s pretty scary to the average joe

Bowie:

Family- He never knew his parents since he got dropped off at the orphanage as a baby but, between you and me, they feel guilty but don’t regret it

Close friends- Well he doesn’t have many of those…. But I would hope that they’d see him as a sweetheart that’s willing to comfort you when you’re down, or patch up any bumps or bruises. He is what he is, a massive softy with a bleeding heart y’know…… and everyone sees him as a cowardly crybaby, but he’s working on changing that.. slowly

Colleagues- Hard worker!!! Useful muscles! Good at doing hard labor but prefers to grow pretty flowers… oh well, whatever works

Strangers- Intimidating at first glance but then you see those hunched shoulders and sad pathetic eyes and it’s like oh. Nvm

Damon:

Family- Apathetic. Guilty

Close friends- Dumbass but he’s Our dumbass. Just an overgrown human shaped dog. That funny friend with a profound air of sadness around him. AND he’s dtf

Colleagues- Probably think he’s gonna be found dead in a ditch within the next five years with the amount of either completely irresponsible things he does or the amount of terrifying people he keeps pissing off

Strangers- Whore. Like literally he has crazy rape and sex fame everyone sees him and notices who he is and goes oh it’s that whore

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

!! Ask vers here !!

Percy:

They do NOT make their bed, they just wake up and get to work asap— things to do people to see he has no time for making his bed look all nice and tidy!!! His desk is pretty neat by comparison, just has the barebones things that he needs for school. They’re definitely the one that spends the least amount of time in their room, so it’s kinda #malelivingspace core

Bowie:

Tries to make his bed look as neat and tidy as he can before starting his day, even placing his cute little plushies in the corner….. and then his desk is. A mess— he tries to make it more organized but he can’t help but get a little scatterbrained and accidentally place a bunch of papers everywhere trying to get his thoughts in order 😔

Damon:

His entire room is a mess— when he gets up in the morning he kinda just haphazardly puts his sheets on the bed like “good enough!” because at least they’re not on the floor. He loves shoving all of his shit (ie makeup, accessories, random stuff he found lying on the ground) onto his desk, so it’s become more of a pseudo storage space for him than a traditional desk that he does work at… it makes sense to him at least? So that’s good?

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

Percy:

Handles physical pain POORLY!!! Not in that he can’t handle it but in that it pisses him off so much he starts acting stupid, he is TRYING to delude himself into thinking that he’s powerful and untouchable stop ruining this for him!! Suffice to say if the reason he’s been hurt is because of a person then he is going to try and rip them to shreds

Handles emotional pain even worse (though technically they handled it even more poorly when they were younger !), bottles it up and ignores it at all costs. God forbid it gets to a point where they’re crying because of it, if someone dared to point it out then they’d ignore that person for like a week out of spite

Bowie:

Handles physical pain… actually kinda well? Don’t get me wrong, he’s still crying and sniffling over it and tries to avoid it at all costs but he’s been clumsy ever since he was a child. He’s used to getting scraped up at this point, so he’s not over dramatic about getting hurt or anything— he reacts more strongly to OTHER PEOPLE getting hurt over himself

Handles emotional pain…. Uh…… gestures to him. Emotional pain certainly makes him cry much worse over physical

Damon:

Handles physical pain well, he has a very high pain tolerance. He’s also a masochist so there’s a chance if you hit him he’s just gonna snark at you about how you should hit harder cause it’s hot

Emotional pain. What emotional pain? :) He’s toooootally not going through the torture nexus at most times wdym. Anyways he handles it poorly. He has a mental block where he can’t actually cry but he does tend to… shut down? If he’s panicking? Can’t really find it in him to speak when he’s like that, just kinda has to ride it out

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

Percy:

Hm…. Fine on relying on others on a surface level, I’ll use Damon as an example. Percy would never rely on Damon for genuine emotional needs, but he IS fine with using Damon like a bodyguard slash hired muscle (except with no payment) since it’s more convenient for him. If he is ever relying on anyone it MUST be under his own terms, he NEEDS to be the one that is overall in control of the situation or he’s just not gonna rely on you

Bowie:

Relies on people alllll the time….. and then feels guilty for relying on people all the time :( siiiiigh he can never be free,

Damon:

For little stuff? Super comfortable with relying on others! Go ahead, friend, help me remember to eat, make sure I get home safe, help me pick up all this stuff I dropped, go ahead!!………. Relying on others for his emotional baggage? Haha. Hahahaha. No. Sorry, mate, but fuck that <3

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

Percy:

Tries to take up as much space as possible, with their large stature, baggy clothes that make them look even bigger, they try to exude an aura of Scary. Doesn’t really move their hands when They talk, but when others are talking then they start tapping their claws against the nearest surface to try and tell whoever they’re talking to to hurry tf up. Sits with their foot rested on their knee because to them it’s one of the most powerful ways to sit

Bowie:

In contrast, tries to take up as LITTLE space as possible despite how big he is!!! He’s constantly hunched over to the point where he hurts his back, he speaks in a very quiet way, generally tries to stick to corners where he won’t be noticed, just overall tries to fade into the background as much as he can (even though it doesn’t usually work out for him). Hands are kept firmly to himself at all times, usually he’s twiddling his thumbs or gripping at his own clothes. It’s a little silly watching him try and sit like he’s a foot shorter than he is honestly,,,,

Damon:

Doesn’t particularly Try to take up a ton of space he’s just a loud guy by default. Like literally he wears bright pink and dresses like a slut all the time he is the center of attention by default. Very expressive when he talks his hands are going every which way and he doesn’t even notice. Usually sits with an arm propped up on the back of the chair for maximum chillaxing, manspreads if he thinks it would be funny

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

The last time I played dnd was when I was. 15. So bear with me

Percy:

STR: 3

DEX: 8

CON: 5

INT: 6

WIS: 4

CHA: 1

Has a focus on dexterity since he’s a foxy thief (you would think with the height they’d be less dexterous but you’d be surprised!!), and shit charisma bc they don’t care to be nice or palatable to anyone ever

Bowie:

STR: 10

DEX: 0

CON: 4

INT: 5

WIS: 6

CHA: 2

Strong as hell but never actually uses those muscles for anything other than farm work ‼️‼️ and absolutely no dexterity he is big and clumsy and moe and that’s what I love about him

Damon:

STR: 8

DEX: 3

CON: 6

INT: 0

WIS: 4

CHA: 6

Strong and really stupid amen 🙏

Idk dndheads what would they be I’ve damn near forgotten everything but the basics abt this game

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

Percy:

-Getting disowned by his family for something purely out of his control, for not living up to their lofty expectations

-Their final botched suicide attempt— the night they lost their eye, the night that molded them into the person they are today

-When he got the fox tf and was mated to Kylar, truly started his descent into depraved madness

Bowie:

-The first time he got yelled at for accidentally breaking something, made him start developing a complex over it

-Going to Remy’s farm, it changed him in many many ways, it even changed his body (made it worse in his eyes)

-Meeting Alex… the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Damon:

Ah well…. Most things before the age of 16 are a lil fuzzy, so there’s probably more there but, recent memories work just fine, yeah??

-Meeting Robbie!!! When he first came to the orphanage!! Really helped jumpstart his journey into trying to be more than a labor jockey (he upgraded to a sex toy a few years later so a wins a win!) by learning how to read and getting into the nerd shit he likes

-Going to the asylum. Harper truly will haunt him until the day he dies.

-Becoming a demon, which goes hand in hand with him gaining 7/7 awareness, double edged sword of joy over finally being clear minded but also quiet resignation that he really is bottom of the barrel scum

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

I am not a car guy by any definition of the word, I don’t even have my license but what I will say is uhhhhhh Percy and Bowie would get cars for convenience (Percy getting tired of darting through alleys, Bowie tired of hitchhiking to get to and from town) and Damon would get a motorcycle. All in the future of course, you think these mfers can afford paying off a car AND Bailey?? Actually maybe but it would be annoying

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

Percy:

Looks around. Connect with people? Him? Connect? People? Him?……. This dude literally only befriends or romances the craziest bastards around bc he refuses to make the first move since he’s. An asshole. lol

When he actually Is close to someone??? Uhhh…. He can threaten people? If you want? Is that a love language? Threatening? He’s bad at this him and Kylar’s relationship includes him randomly kicking Kylar in the face and then licking the blood that drips out before making Kylar clean his boots with his tongue. Not a normal guy

Bowie:

He likes to do some good ol words of affirmation and acts of service, albeit it in very stuttery and awkward ways. He’ll compliment the people he cares about while fighting past five layers of embarrassment, face red as a tomato. And if it’s someone that fights for him then he likes to try and patch up their wounds (with really shaking hands)!! He’s bad at cooking but he’ll also try and do that for them too!!!! He’s not very good at comfort and connection, but it’s the fact that he’s GENUINE about it that really makes it help

Damon:

Mr touchy feely over here he CANNOT keep his hands to himself (unless he’s told to stop or you look super uncomfortable then he will)!!! Even just placing a hand on someone’s shoulder is very common with him, physical touch is his number one way to connect to others. He’s very… flexible when it comes to how he offers comfort— need a genuine hug so you can breakdown? Sure. Need a second for him to look away so you don’t need to be seen all vulnerable? Alrighty. Need to unhealthily fuck it out/do drugs about it/drink about it??? Same bestie same let’s cope like shit together yippee!!!!!

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

Percy:

Loves baggy black clothing that makes them look intimidating. Which is what they wear most of the time unless it’s summer (yuck tank tops) or doing some thievery (catsuit neutral)

Bowie:

Loves wearing cute clothes that veer more on the feminine side… unfortunately he keeps being mistaken for a woman if he wears things that are Too feminine, so he has to tone it down in public. As long as he can wear his cute straw hat or have a flower in his hair then he’s fine with that <3

Damon:

Genuinely really likes revealing clothes, they’re very freeing and also look hot!! Also an accessory fiend, fishnets or chokers or sunglasses or gloves or whatever, he eats that shit up it’s so cute!!! Doesn’t give a Fuck about dressing femininely or masculinity he does whatever the hell he pleases and he’s having a blast bc of it

[lilac-ravenclaw]

50 OC Questions

These are questions are from @localravenclaw ‘s post. Thanks so much for reading; I would love to read about other MCs!🪻

1. Describe your OC's physical appearance in detail.

She is both Latina (on her father’s side, he was from South America) and British (on her mother’s side). She has long black hair that is usually in a French braid and draped over her shoulder. It’s very wavy when out of the braid. She has lilac color eyes, honestly I haven’t decided from which parent she got them from. She has tan skin and a tiny freckle high on her left cheek, just below her eye. She is petite and has a hourglass figure. She does have a few light scars on her back. The caretaker at the orphanage would verbally and physically “discipline” the children. Raven would try to step in so none of the littler kids would be hurt. She is self conscious about anyone seeing them.

2. Why'd you choose your OC's name?

For most RPGs, my character is always named “Raven”, so for HL it wasn’t any different lol. For her last name, honestly, it was an inside joke. I love the 70s show Fawlty Towers, with John Cleese. It only ran for about a dozen episodes but it’s hilarious. It was the first last name I could think of😄

3. How does your OC feel about their birthday?

Her birthday is Jan. 29, 1874, and she only cares about to a bit because her favorite poem, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, was first published on that day in 1845. She only starts to care more when Sebastian gives her a birthday gift in their sixth year, which are tiny gold snake earrings. It was her first ever birthday gift ever. (Side note: my birthday is also Jan. 29. I tried to think of another day but making her an Aquarius too just felt right ♒️)

4. How does your OC and their parents get along?

Unfortunately, Raven doesn’t know who her family is. She lived at the orphanage as long as she can remember. She won’t go looking for them, as she figures they would’ve already have come back for her at some point. In my story for her, the caretaker gave her the last name “Fawlty”, (and yes misspelling it on purpose) as another way to torment her. Though she keeps the name to prove to others that she isn’t “faulty”.

5. What's something you'd never put your OC through again?

Being alone. She has too many people around her that genuinely cares. Especially with having Sebastian in her life, she will never be alone again.

6. What's your OC's go-to comfort meal?

Breakfast foods. All kinds, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, grilled tomatoes, and toast. There’s just something about a nice breakfast that makes Raven feel warm and cozy. It’s the simple things in life🍳

7. What career path would your OC take?

Though she feels it’s expected for her to be an Auror, Curse Breaker or working for the Ministry. Ultimately she has a love for music, specifically singing. She does try out for the choir at Hogwarts. The only person who knew was Poppy and she gave Raven the courage needed to try out their sixth year (now that she wasn’t in the middle of stopping a goblin rebellion!). She also knows how to play the piano too, and taught herself to play, however, she doesn’t know how to read sheets of music. 🎼

8. What's something your OC can't do?

Can’t say no to someone who needs help. Since no one was really there for her growing up at the orphanage, she believes that no one should feel helpless no matter the size of the problem. If she can help, she will!

9. What is your OC's ideal romantic partner?

Someone who will stand by her side and love her no matter what. They make her feel like she does belong and won’t be judged. They believe in her and encourage her to do what makes her happy.

10. Does your OC like to spend time alone or with others more?

Honestly, Raven can go either way. She loves spending time with her friends, especially Sebastian, and does prefer her close circle of friends. Though she is content with taking time for herself by either reading a good book, or practicing her music in the Room of Requirement.

11. What time does your OC usually go to sleep?

Depends really, school nights she’ll try to go to sleep at a decent time, if there isn’t too much homework. On weekends or summertime she’ll stay up late with Sebastian or hanging out with other friends.

12. Where in the sibling order is your OC?

Unknown, as far as she’s aware she is an only child.

13. What's the worst thing your OC's ever done?

Harming the orphanage caretaker. The caretaker was “disciplining” one of the smaller children and accusing them of stealing something from her room. Raven had just about enough of it with her and wished a bookshelf to fly across the room and slam into her. Everything had happened so fast and it took a moment for her to realize that’s exactly what happened. All the other children had looked at her with wide eyes and she quickly grabbed what few possessions she had and ran away. That was a few days before Professor Fig had come to the orphanage to gift Raven her Hogwarts letter. He was able to find her hiding out at a near by in a couple days later.

14. What would it take for your OC to kill someone?

By them hurting someone she loved/cared very dearly about.

15. What item does your OC hold most dear?

A copper cameo brooch given by Sebastian. It was a Christmas present, and was surrounded by little pearls and had the Ancient Magic symbol engraved in the center. She has worn it everyday since.

16. How does your OC unwind?

Practicing her singing and playing piano. She does want to learn how to read sheet music, but ends up just playing from the heart. Of course reading! Broom flying as well, as she finds it therapeutic. Even just relaxing with Sebastian in the Room of Requirement or Undercroft.

17. What's your OC's star sign?

Aquarius! Aquarians are intellectual, curious and can be deeply social. They are represented by the Star card in the tarot. They are determined to make a powerful difference in the world. ♒️

18. What kind of drunk is your OC?

She doesn’t normally drink, but she would be very chatty and giggly.

19. Who does your OC end up with?

Sebastian Sallow. He is her whole world and everything comes naturally with him. Her day doesn’t feel complete until she’s shared it with him. With him she feels anywhere they go, she’ll always be home.

20. Who is your OC's role model?

Professor Fig. He was her first father figure and the first to believe and guide her through such a challenging time. Not only with simply learning how to be a proper witch, but helping her learn about Ancient Magic and taking on a goblin rebellion.

21. Is your OC big on revenge?

Not necessarily. If she can, Raven will tell said person how she feels right then. If it’s minor she won’t go out of her way to get back at them. If it’s critical then she will do what it takes to get back at them.

22. If your OC ever got the chance, would they go back in time? When would they go?

Ultimately no she wouldn’t go back. Through her hardships growing up she believes it made her the woman she is. Though if she could go back, it would be to try and save both Lodgok and Professor Fig.

23. What's your OC's favourite memory?

Getting her Hogwarts letter would be one. She always felt there was something more to her life but didn’t fully understand what. The picnic her and Sebastian went on the summer before their sixth year. They had finally confessed their feelings for each other and had their first kiss.

24. Will your OC ever admit to being wrong?

Always! No one wants to admit they’re wrong but Raven knows it’s the right thing to do. She feels it’s better to put her feelings aside and admit when something is her fault and go from there. Except with Imelda, because she finds it funny to get her all riled up over nothing, especially when it comes to quidditch.

25. Is your OC doomed by the narrative?

Possibly. Not sure where the next game is going to go. All these little things I wrote about Raven is for me only and I fully look forward to see what will happen in the sequel!

26. Would your OC get along with you?

I would think so!☺️

27. What's one thing your OC will never get over?

Her fear of being alone and losing everyone she loves. She went from having no one to having a family in such a short time. To have that all taken away would be heart breaking.

28. Is your OC going to make it?

I’d like to think so. She’s been through so much but each time becomes stronger from it. Plus it helps to have the love of her life by her side. Sebastian gives her that extra boost of strength she didn’t know she needed.

29. Does your OC look their age?

Yes!✨

30. What weird pet would your OC have?

She has a pet Flying Fox Bat named Agnes since her seventh year. They can have a five foot wing span, and she’s basically as long as Raven is tall. So it took a bit for Sebastian to come around with her keeping Agnes. But Agnes is a bit sweetheart and loves being part of the family. Mini story of Agnes was she was living in captivity at the London Zoo and escaped one day. Making her way to the Forbidden Forest, Raven found her alone while taking a hike late one evening. They had an immediate connection and she’s taken care of her ever since. 🦇

31. Does your OC care a lot about their appearance?

Yes and no. Personal hygiene of course. Brushing a braiding her hair, definitely. If it’s a regular day then she does not mind wearing a casual outfit. Going out on a date with Sebastian, then she’ll put on a little makeup and get dolled up more because… why not?💄

32. What's one food your OC can't stand?

French Onion Soup. It was what was mostly served at the orphanage. Yuck!

33. What animal do people associate your OC with?

Probably the same as her Patronus, which is a black bear. That animal is known for their adaptability and resourcefulness. Others will see her as a fierce opponent who will protect herself and those close to her. Only those close to her will know of that softer side she usually keeps hidden away.

34. What's your OC's "thing"?

Depends on what the “thing” refers to… 😅🤔 if it’s behavioral then it’s fiddling with her braid when she’s nervous and can’t figure out what to say, thus being an awkward mess. If it’s material then probably her cameo brooch. If it’s physical then her lilac eyes of course!

35. Random fact about your OC

Despite being Latina, she doesn’t speak Spanish. Because Raven doesn’t know where part of her heritage comes from she never learned.

36. Would your OC sleep with a clone of themself?

…no…🫣

37. What part of yourself do you love in your OC?

Her loyalty to her the people she loves/cares about the most.

38. What's the lowest point in your OC's life?

After being “disciplined” crying herself to sleep and feeling so alone. Wishing and dreaming of a better tomorrow.

39. What's your OC's biggest achievement?

Finding a family. She believes family isn’t about blood, but finding people who will always be there no matter what and accept you for who you are.

40. Does your OC ever go back home?

She considered her “home” to be wherever Sebastian is. The orphanage was never her home.

41. How would your OC adapt to the modern world?

Since she loves music so much I think so. There’s so much emotion to express through music. With that I think she can adapt pretty quickly.

42. Does your OC have any unique talents?

As stated, she sings and plays piano. 🎤🎹 Though it takes a long time to finally share that passion with others.

43. Does your OC exist in canon or AU timeline?

Canon, I think.

44. Is your OC a people person?

Only with those in her inner circle. She will be cordial to others, unless they’re rude to her and then they won’t be worth her time anymore.

45. Did your OC ever have an alternative name?

Whatever her birth name was, but she’ll never know.

46. Does your OC possess any special powers?

Just being able to wield Ancient Magic.✨

47. Is your OC allergic to anything?

Just to people who are rude and mean to others for no reason.

48. Does your OC have a lot of uncommon knowledge? How do they know it?

I guess knowing able everyday muggle things that would seem weird to other people only growing up in the wizarding world.

49. Does your OC have any scars or birthmarks with an interesting story?

She has some scares from being “disciplined”, thankfully she can cover them with everyday clothes.

50. What do you love and hate most about your OC?

I hate that she isn’t real and that the wizarding world isn’t real😆 Otherwise no, I don’t nor can I hate Raven. I love her courage and kindness. That she’ll fight no matter hard things may seem, and always get back up after falling down. She’s had to overcome so much and was alone for so long but now she has a family.🪻💜

If you have finished reading then thank you so much!💜

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC Origins

Thanks @mundanemoongirl for the tag!

Rules: post the origins of a few OCs!

These will be long because I over-explain, so I'm just doing Lexi and Maddie.

Lexi

Lexi was the first character I made for TSP back in Spring 2013. Her name was originally Alexia Redinés and she looked exactly like me but she had longer hair (which she wore in braids). She wore a red dress and was 10 years old. TSP was originally a school project where we had to write a 2+ page fictional story in the first person. We planned the story alongside the narrator, so that's why Alexia was created first. She didn't have much personality to speak of, but you can find the original TSP here. Alexia was a bit of a Mary Sue, as typical of self-inserts especially considering how young I was. Her surname became Morgan in just Draft Two, she started to occasionally be called Lexi in Draft Three, and the nickname became permanent in Draft Four. However, in the weird time between Drafts 1-2, I think her surname was Sparks. She always had teleportation, though it originally appeared as pink, not teal - it wasn't teal until Draft Four. Lexi was aged up to 13 in Draft Three, where it stayed until technically Draft Five where her birthday wasn't until the end of Part One. I also got rid of her glasses. Lexi began to gain more personality in Draft Four, where she slowly started to deviate from her original Mary Sue self-insert, until Draft Five where she got a complete makeover in her personality. Now, she's more extraverted, organized, confident, and observant - some of these traits happened in Draft Four during her Drift, and were just not emphasized until Draft Five. Draft Five is also when I changed her design: I tweaked Lexi's race to give her Sector 9 heritage (equivalent to Native American - in her case Cherokee and Comanche backgrounds), I grew out her bangs and gave her braids to play with instead, I changed her magenta hoodie to a yellow one (at least what she wears for most of Part One - the magenta one does make an appearance, and it was heather gray at one point), and gave her boots and gloves.

Maddie

Maddie was created a short time after Lexi. In Draft One, she was a minor character - Lexi's 8-year-old sister named Kelly. Kelly would have been the central character in the second installment - then called The Next Sorcerer, though I haven't found this yet. Kelly looked like my own sister with longer hair (which she wore in a high ponytail) originally, and she also didn't have much of a personality. I think she wore a regular T-shirt and shorts which was her wardrobe for a while. Her original powers were a specific form of telepathy where she could create telepathic links between two or more people. In Draft Two, my sister objected that "her character" was named Kelly and recommended the name Zarina (which they got from Tinker Bell Pirate Fairy movie) which I immediately shut down. So they went with Madison. I settled on the name Maddie almost immediately. Although she originally requested telepathy, she now wanted Maddie to have animal morphing, which I obliged. Maddie was aged up alongside Lexi to be eleven in Draft Three, her surname became Morgan at the same time Lexi's did of course, and she didn't have much personality either until around the same time. Draft Two Maddie, who narrated the second book, was actually a little whiny, though I'm not sure how intentional this was on my part. In Draft Four, I tried my best to write Maddie in a different way, though deep into writing Part Two, I realized Maddie was a Mary Sue - much more than Lexi used to be. I realized Maddie received no consequences for her actions and rewrote a large chunk of the book to include it. Draft Five, whose biggest difference from Four was character, was where Maddie saw a huge shift in personality. Obviously her ethnicity changed, and I also gave her much longer hair. Her hair became longer than it used to be in Draft Four, but in Draft Five I had it down past her hips. Her glasses disappeared in Draft Four I believe. Her wardrobe switched to overalls, though she kept boots and her color palette. Personality-wise, Maddie became more scientifically-minded, more physical, more inquisitive, etc. I also made her autism-coding intentional.

And there you have it, folks!

Tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @eccaiia @the-golden-comet @ceph-the-ghost-writer @space-writes

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

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OC LAYERS TAG

Thanks for the tag @wickedviago! <3

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Sancha Alegría de Riva

Eye Color: Light brown

Hair Style/Color: Wavy black hair, reaches her mid-upper back, usually with loose. She ties what she can into a low bun when on a job, just to keep it as out of the way as she can.

(Up until five years ago she wore her hair solely braided, either in just one long braid down her hack, or again, rolled into a low bun.)

Height: 5'2" (~152 cm)

Clothing Style: When not on a job, she loves flowy dresses and skirts. She tends to opt for simple, flattering designs and cuts, either in solid colors or simple patterns or embroidery. She tends to gravitate towards jewel tones.

When on conducting Crow business, she wears a mix of black, brown and purple leathers.

Best Physical Feature: Her smile and/or her legs.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Fire, sensory deprivation, magic suppression.

Guilty Pleasure: Cioccolata calda. She much prefers coffee and spicy/spiced drinks, but it reminders her of her brother and simpler times.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Being spoken over.

Ambition for the Future: Living long enough to have a future.

LAYER TWO: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: What's happening?/Where am I?/No no no! (She suffered from nightmares, so most of the time she's waking up from one.)

What They Think About the Most: Decisions she's made, things she needs to do, the goings on of House de Riva, Lucanis, Spite (especially in the beginning, wondering if he could even be truly trusted 0or not), what she will do if her brother's alive. Any mixture of any and all in a circular, ruminating mess <3

What They Think About Before Bed: Did I do everything I needed to? Did I make the right choices? What will tomorrow bring?

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She knows it's more of a weakness in the Crows, but it's her kindness. It's too easy to be cruel, and Maker knows she no trouble doing so if need be, but in her life kindness has more been a boon than a hindrance.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single dates. She likes smaller groups in general, and loves one on one time.

To be Loved or Respected: Out loud she'd say respected, but she wholly believes it's better to be loved.

Beauty or Brains: Beauty. It's easier for someone to drop their guard if all they see of you are your looks.

Dogs or Cats: Cat's! She grew up around mostly dogs and it's not like she doesn't like them, but give her a quiet corner with a cat and she'll be living her best life. <3

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: If she has to. She opts more for lies of omission than outright untruths however.

Believe in Yourself: Nope. <3 But if her betters give her a job to do (Viago, Varric) she'll do everything in her power to not disappoint them because they believe in her. Which is not the same thing whatsoever but she's trying.

Believe in Love: Not until Lucanis. (Babygirl is greyromantic, and for the longest time she assumed romantic love was just a thing in stories.)

Want Someone: Yep, see previous answer. <3

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: No. She's never had the opportunity, but she much prefers to stay on the sidelines than be the center of attention.

Done Drugs: Not unless you count poison she takes.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Yes. Only a select few fully know the "real" her.

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favourite colours: Deep purple, rich orange, gold, pretty much the colors of a sunset.

Favourite animal: Cats, though she also adores the carrier pigeons of her House.

Favourite book: She doesn't have a favorite, but she loves a good romance and/or a good mystery.

Favourite game: Wicked Grace.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: 2 Firstfall, 9:24 Dragon (though she tends to tell others it's Satinalia of that year, since that's the day she as give to the Crows.)

How Old Will You Be: 28 (as of 9:52 Dragon)

Does Age Matter: For certain things yes, for others no.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: Lucanis.

I feel: nervous.

I hide: insecurities.

I miss: my brother.

I wish: to make Varric proud.

Had to think a bit for some of these, but that's why I love character tags so much! Always a fun to think about my darlings and understand them a bit more.

And now to tag some lovelies! @cute-ellyna, @kabsey, @marshmallow-age, @pixiedurango, @suntamer, @the-font-bandit <3

[sun-marie]

2, 4, 21, 31, 43 for the oc asks! c:

thank you for the ask!!

2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?

I think they're all kind of on rotation for my #1 favorite at any given time! I definitely have some that are more developed than others, but most of that comes down to the amount of time I've had them. I'd say currently, my favorites would be Lydia Laidir and James Trevelyan (since i'm still in DA Hell), and Zephyr Skybreeze (one of my BG3 Tav's, I have a soft spot for her since she's the first OC I had to build her background out from the ground up)

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I had to think about this one for a bit, but I'm gonna go with Maya, my Pokemon Violet kiddo! No real reason for that, beyond that my love for Pokemon Violet comes in waves and is more often dormant. That, and most of what I talk about w/ my OCs is shipping related, and she's literally a child so. Not a lot to say there lol.

BUT I love her quite a lot! Violet is the first Pokemon game I ever felt like I was actually creating a character who had traits and personality (rather then gens 1-5 being pre-built and gens 6-8 feeling kinda blank). The classes helped a lot with that, I think! Her favorite teacher is Jacq, she's really good at math/science and anything related to Pokemon Battling, is kinda bored in Art Class and struggles with History and Languages (which is like the polar opposite of my academic experience lol). She shares Nemona's passion for battling but takes an analytical approach to it, and I think in the post-game I could envision her as a Pokemon Battle Professor when she's an adult <3 (though I haven't played the DLC yet so idk if that's in my canon 👀)

Also honorable mention to Marco, my ME Andromeda boy. I have so much love in my heart for this guy and literally no idea what to do with him ✌🏻

21. Your most artistic OC

Viola, my Dark Urge! I've mentioned it before but I like the idea of her sick and twisted urge fantasies lending themselves to an innate understanding of human anatomy, and sometimes when she wants to kill kill kill kill, she draws....killing, instead lol. It's therapeutic for her, I think in a similar way her faith is, and I like the idea of art being such a strong positive outlet that it's able to ground someone in reality.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Hm! Well seeing as how I barely maintain my own blog I'm not super sure how to answer this 😅 but I'll do my best!

I'll go with Zephyr, I think. I think she'd have one of those really fancy layouts with the small buttons and the small text and a cherry blossom overlay with constantly falling petals. She'd reblog a lot of academic literature, poetry, positive affirmations, and moodboards! She'd be intensely active for like two weeks and then ghost for three months, and rinse & repeat

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favor some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Physically: Ponytails for days, followed by long braids. Idk what it is, but multiple of my OCs (Sabina, Zephyr, James, Ruathym, Maya, Anwen, Vanessa, AELON even in Inquisition literally remembering some of these ocs have ponytails as I type this sentence lmao) pull their hair back into either a midlength ponytail, a braid, or transition between the two. It's a good look, what can I say~

Character-wise: I have noticed a theme starting to pop up my last couple OCs, of having wild periods of Young Adulthood before mellowing out by the events of the story (James, Lydia, Sabina). Other than that, I have a few characters who are begrudgingly bound to Not Be an Asshole by their moral compass, i.e. they're rude in almost every conversation but they make good Big Choices (Ruathym, Aelon, Vanessa, Act 3 Anwen)

some OC questions <3

[the-sparkling--diamond]

everything to win - 2

poe dameron x black female oc

warnings: n/a for this chapter

word count: 1,033

Watching Poe fly was hypnotic. There was no better word for it. Cerria found herself entranced by the way everything seemed so natural to him, as if it was all instinctual. She sat practically sideways in her seat, observing him work in the pilot's seat. "You a pilot too?" Cerria murmured.

Poe hummed in question before glancing at her briefly, "A pilot? Yeah. You could say that."

"You fly a U-Wing then, I'm guessing."

That earned her a laugh. Poe kept facing straight ahead as he spoke, a light smirk on his face, "Oh I can fly anything."

Cerria cracked a slight smile, "Oh, really?"

Poe nodded, "Really."

"Uh huh," Cerria murmured to herself. She found herself doubting him a tiny bit. After all, she'd never come across a better pilot than herself. She was silent for several moments, continuing to watch him, before saying, "You never told me where we're going. Or who you were...not really anyway."

Poe clenched his jaw before reluctantly saying, "D'Qar."

"D'Qar? The hell is on D'Qar?" Cerria nearly snorted.

Poe glanced at her, debating if he should tell her the truth. She seemed trustworthy so far, but that could change at any moment. At the same time though, she didn't look like the usual type that frequented Jakku. Sure, her clothes resembled those of a usual smuggler, but something seemed different about her. Poe took a closer look, noticing gleaming gold ear jewelry, her curls were long and defined, with small, intricate braids neatly woven throughout, her nails were perfectly manicured, and her tawny brown skin seemed to glow. Looking past her appearance, her ship was nearly in perfect condition. He narrowed his eyes as he looked back at her, "Who are you?"

Cerria laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow, "That crash must've messed with you more than I thought. I'm Cerria. This is my ship-"

Poe sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get any more information out of her, "Right, right. Cerria the mysterious pilot."

Cerria couldn't help but smile at the small tease, "I'm just matching your energy, Poe. The maybe pilot who allegedly can fly anything." She paused again, shrugging, "I haven't had to use my blaster on you so I guess the truth can't be that bad."

He smiled, "I guess your truth can't be that bad either. I doubt many other people would've gotten me out of the desert, much less let me borrow and pilot their ship...so, thank you. I really can't express how much I appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if you didn't find me."

"It's nothing, really," Cerria assured him, "I like to help." Her attention was quickly taken as the ship descended into the atmosphere of D'Qar, the rich emerald jungle below coming into view.

Poe glanced at Cerria once more, noticing how she was in a silent awe as she took in the view. "You've never been to D'Qar?"

Cerria shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away. "There's no people here so I never came."

Poe scoffed, amused, and furrowed his brows, "There's people here."

That caught Cerria's attention. She turned, giving him a look as if he'd grown another head, "What are you talking about? I always heard that there's no intelligent life here."

"Well," Poe laughed, "We're definitely not all geniuses, but I think we qualify as intelligent life."

"Who's..." The words died in Cerria's throat as Poe landed at what looked to be a military base. She quickly realized that he had been right; the planet was far from having no intelligent life. The base was bustling, people running every which way. "What is this?"

Poe figured that now was as good a time as any to come clean. "This is the Resistance. I'm a Resistance pilot." He kept his eyes on her as he stood and pressed the button to open the door of the ship, gauging her reaction.

"I...I guess I just never really thought it was real. I mean I'd heard about it vaguely, but seeing it..." Cerria trailed off, slowly standing and making her way out of the ship.

Poe followed close behind her and, no sooner than his feet had touched the ground, he was swarmed by people hugging and celebrating.

"Oh, man. We thought you were dead!" One voice sounded, quickly followed by another adding, "What happened? How did you get out?" After several joyful moments, Poe finally was released from the celebration of his squad. He couldn't stop smiling, relieved to be back when just hours ago, he wasn't even sure if he'd survive.

"I found him." Cerria piped up after a moment. She had been distracted by the celebration, feeling a slight warmth in her chest. Suddenly, several pairs of eyes were focused on her. She took a moment to calm the nerves that had suddenly spiked before continuing, "I was in the area and I saw him in the sand, so I offered to let him use my ship to get back here."

A dark haired woman a bit taller than Cerria stepped forward with a slight smile, "Thanks for getting our Commander back in one piece," she offered her hand, "Jessika Pava, but you can just call me Jess."

Cerria shook her hand, "Cerria."

Poe opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by a shout behind him. He turned to see Connix running over, holding her data pad.

"Someone found BB-8," she panted once she reached him, "We just got the alert."

Poe felt his heart stop in his chest, "Where?"

"Takodana. If we know, the First Order knows. We have to hurry."

Poe nodded, turning to his squadron. "Five minutes," he instructed.

As the team dispersed to prepare, Cerria spoke up, "I want to help."

Poe furrowed his brows, ignoring the sideways glance he caught Jess and Snap giving each other, "Are you sure? This... this is more than just a simple flight. You'll have to fly an X-Wing, take my orders."

Cerria couldn't help the slight laugh that left her; finding the idea that flying an X-Wing would be difficult ridiculous. "It'll be fun. How hard can it be to pick up one droid?"

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Ok I am gonna *cracks knucles* Warframe Ramble about the latest update Jade Shadows, so spoilers!!!!!

(not critiquing it, just what my oc blorbos are reacting/what they did through it)

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(Also I need to make an important note, my oc Astrophel is Nonbinary Transmasc and uses he/they, his gender expression and relationship to it is a direct copy of my own— please be respectful to experiences that differ from your own as some Transmascs/Transmen want to have children— this is not a commentary on it or a fetish just making my oc feel real and complex lol

Content Warning: Pregnancy mention)

As a little catch up in my oc universe after New War Astrophel is left extremely depressed and fatigued, switching sides to have Orokin Royal Privilege wasn’t so fun was it Astro? He’s going through a lot I shouldn’t say that. Astrophel is so depressed and fatigued still, they do not go with Namid to investigate the Zariman/don’t know if Namid has told Astrophel about it yet. By WitW Astrophel is feeling good enough to go on missions again and reluctantly helped out our favourite Loid, Astro hates Deimos but as long as he’s not outside on the fleshy planet they feel less icked out.

Now to Jade Shadows.

Namid and Astrophel find themselves finally having a slow day and Namid is trying to broach some hard conversations about some realizations they have come to, realizations they had back in New War while Astrophel was under Ballas’ control… those realizations being Feelings. Wow, T4T real?

Namid is stuttering and fumbling trying to get the words to form correctly, flustered and fiddling with their hair braid as they struggle to string a sentence together. Just as Namid’s lips start to remember how to speak— The Stalker shows up, and he’s got problems.

Namid’s eye is TWITCHING and they are mildly going insane that they have to put this conversation off for the 500th time since they got Astrophel back.

Astrophel on the other hand feels an Immediate connection to Jade’s feather. He hasn’t really felt anything since New War. Astrophel offers to find Jade/ connect with her through transference.

Being connected to Jade during the Big Moment awakens something in Astro, a fighting spark, a burning in his stomach to keep fighting. Jade and Stalker’s story and how it mimics his own relationships to Namid and Orion. The power imbalance. For a moment Astrophel knows exactly how it would play out if he were still an Orokin Prince, mid trance he looks over at Namid and sees them distorted, they would not have been able to be together either. His overbearing mothering and coddling, did Astrophel want children? Could he even have them now after how void touched the incident left all the Tenno? It didn’t matter, Astrophel comes out of the transference trance with depression brain fog gone, replaced with a fiery passion, he could not save the Jade he was connected to but he can create the next.

Namid banging their head against a wall cause this ends with them still not talking about their feelings lol.

Also not sure what the Stalker-Jade baby is named in this story 2 Orions existing would be hilarious 🤣

[eternity-just-fangirls]

Chapter 9: The arrest

TW: Manipulation and gaslighting.

If these topics make you feel uncomfortable please stop reading or seek professional help. 

Another purely Astrea centric chapter. The fic is written mostly from her perspective so there are a lot of them. So no Nacht in this one too.

“She either trains till she runs out of mana and almost faints or is awake all night reading files or doing paperwork,” A blue rose member said, looking at Astrea, clearly concerned. 

“I heard she got two new spells in a few months,” another member said

“Will she be fine?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t she being too hard on herself.”

“You both.” A voice commanded, “Enough with the gossip. Get to work.”

“Yes, captain,” They said together and left.

(1 week later)

“Surround the mansion,” Astrea ordered. She was dressed in her uniform and her hair was tied into a braid.

She took a step inside the Celeste estate. “Don’t let a single person escape.”

“Yes, Senior.”

Today, she was entering the mansion as a knight not as the black sheep.

“Lady Astrea?” The staff were surprised to see her.

“Where is the head of the house?” She spoke.

“In the study my lady.”

Astrea walked towards the room determined. She was finally going to put an end to it all with her head held high. No more shivering, no more abuse.

It’s about time you pay for your sins, father. She thought while opening the door. It’s time everyone does.

“What are you doing here?” Her father asked

“Can you explain this, Lord Celeste?” Astrea said, dropping a file on her father’s desk.

“What is this?” He frowned.

“Proof of tax evasion, bribery and other corrupt activities by multiple members of your house including you.”

“What is the meaning of all this?” He frowned going through the file.

“It means that you are under arrest.”

“You can’t arrest me.”

“Actually, I can,” Astrea pulled out an arrest warrant.

“You!!!” He got up from his chair and raised her hand to slap Astrea

“Energy magic: energy shield.”

“How dare you-”

“Energy magic: Stinging binds,” Astrea casted the spell and her father fell on the ground. 

“What is this?” He kept struggling which caused him to flinch.

“My new spell,” Astrea pulled her father’s chair and sat on it. “Another offense assaulting an on duty magic knight. You really want to get locked up.”

Astrea’s Father tried to reach for his grimoire but Astrea snapped her fingers causing him to scream.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The spell is merciless. The more you struggle the more it hurts.”

“My child,” Astrea’s father stopped struggling. “How could you do this to me? First, you didn’t visit us for 2 months and when I finally saw you again you arrested me. Whatever I did was because I couldn’t control my anger but I still loved you. No one is perfect. You can not turn your back on your family. Who will be there for you when everyone gets busy with their own lives. Who will have your back like -”

“Energy magic: Energy gag,” Astrea sighed. “Don’t worry you can have a happy reunion with your family in jail and as for me Blue rose is my family.”

(2 days later)

“Congratulations,” One of the rookie blue rose members threw confetti around.

“Well done Astrea.”

“Congratulations on getting a star.”

“Senpai, you were so cool.”

Astrea felt so proud. She was finally free.

“Keep it up.” Captain Rosalei said.

“Yes, Captain.” Astrea grinned ear to ear because the person she admired for so long gave her a compliment.

“Astrea,” Puli pulled her aside. “Now that you have faced your past don’t you think it’s time to face your heart?” 

Author’s Note: 

Astrea is finally free from her family but what’s going to happen between her and Nacht? For that you must read the next chapter.

[oc picture in header was made on picrew]

Thank you for reading. If you can please give feedback or let me know your thoughts. I'll appreciate it a lot.

[drabbles-mc]

Something To Show For It (1)

Fetch Phillips & OC Sarya Kei

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, takes place post-the last smile in sunder city

Summary: Fetch is certain about two things: 1.) The magic isn't coming back. 2.) He works alone. Then a pushy half-elf starts knocking on his door and now he's only certain about one thing.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: i told myself that i wasn't gonna write fetch fic until i'm all caught up on the series HOWEVERRRR I'm like 2/3s of the way through Dead Man In A Ditch and this fic idea has been bouncing around my head like WHOA so here we are!! i know that that the audience for this is small but that's never stopped me from posting before and it's not gonna start now! 😂

Even before she’d shown him the mark on her arm, Fetch hadn’t been brave enough to turn her away. When he had opened the door to his office, a Clayfield between his lips that was enough to drive off the lingering hangover but not enough to stop the ache in his chest, he hadn’t been expecting to see someone like her on the other side of the door waiting for him.

She didn’t look as lost as most who ended up on his doorstep. She didn’t look as desperate either. The creatures who sought him out these days tended to be one of those two things, if not an unhealthy mixture of both.

He forced himself to stand up a little straighter, doing his best to match her posture even though he knew that he wouldn’t succeed. Clearing his throat, he hoped it would be enough to make him sound alert, maybe even sober. A man could dream.

“Can I help you?” He heard the words as he said them. Nope. It wasn’t enough.

“I think I might be able to help you, Fetch.”

She said his name with an easy familiarity that he hadn’t heard from anyone in years. People these days knew him, sure, but no one ever regarded him with anything nearing affection, and that was almost what it sounded like her voice had been carrying. It was all quite strange coming from someone that he didn’t recognize in the slightest.

Fetch could tell from her ears that she was at least part elf. She was tall like one too—he had to tilt his chin up a touch to look her in the eyes even with his new-found posture improvements. The tan jacket she was wearing had grey fur detailing along the collar and down the seam where she had it buttoned closed, and it ran almost all the way down to the floor. It was hemmed just short enough so that the boots she was wearing kept the grey fur at the bottom from dragging along the ground. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt like he was supposed to know her. He was aching to feel a sense of deja vu that wasn’t arriving. Her hair was long, a few braids running back along her head while the rest hung loose and straight down her back and over her shoulders. It was all grey now, but he wondered what color it had been before the Coda drained it all from her.

The rest of her seemed to have barely been grazed by the Coda. A few wrinkles at the edges of her narrow, hooded eyes, few more around the corners of her mouth and on her hands which were only now exposed because she crossed her arms over her chest. Even though Fetch hadn’t the slightest clue who this woman was, there was something about the smattering of dark brown freckles across her nose and cheeks that made her look a little more trustworthy than maybe she should’ve. Her skin had a warm tint to it, a light tan, like the lights having gone out in Sunder and just about everywhere else hadn’t bothered her in the slightest.

He figured that she got sick of him standing there gawking at her because this time she was the one clearing her throat. She drummed her fingers on her arm, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “Anything to say about that?”

His eyes popped open as he realized that not only had he simply just been standing there staring at her like an idiot all this time, he also hadn’t bothered to make himself utter so much as a word in response to her mildly ominous offer to help. If it was even an offer.

He wanted to open the door wider and invite her in. He wasn’t even sure if he gave a damn about whatever help she was gearing up to give him, although he was sure that was the human part of him that he tried to ignore most of the time, the part of his simple human brain that was ruled by things other than logic whenever someone who looked like she did found themselves standing in front of him. It didn’t happen often these days, so it wasn’t as though he got much practice in keeping his shit together.

“I’m usually the one providing the help,” he said, trying to conjure up some sense of scrutiny so he didn’t just let this woman into his office with no line of questioning whatsoever.

She laughed but the smile on her face only lasted for a flicker of a second before her lips returned to the straight line that they’d previously been in. She didn’t look angry, per se, but she didn’t look enthused either. That was the most familiar thing about her.

He tilted his head to the side, showcasing his curiosity the same way a lap-dog would. “What did you say your name was again?”

She mirrored his action, only she tilted her head in the opposite direction. It felt a bit like an insult but Fetch couldn’t find it in himself to care. She could do or say whatever she liked as far as he was concerned, most folks did anyway. “I didn’t.” Just when Fetch thought she really wasn’t going to elaborate further, she said, “Sarya.”

A first name was a start—he could nettle her about a surname later. Well, if there ever was a later. He still wasn’t sure who she was, or why she seemed to know him. He tried to rack his brain for a reason that someone might be showing up to offer him help. It wasn’t as though it was any great secret that he was a mess of a man—that had been true about him long before the Coda and all that it’d done to his life. But she didn’t exactly give off the vibes of someone who was showing up looking to be his life coach.

“I’m not sure what help you think I’m in need of, Sarya, but I assure you that I get along just fine.” He saw the way that she looked over his shoulder and into the mess of an office behind him. For a brief moment he contemplated stepping out into the hallway with her so that he could shut the door behind him completely and cut off her view. “Fine enough,” he clarified.

“I don’t believe you, Fetch,” she stated simply. She unfolded one arm, holding her hand out palm-up. He didn’t know what he thought was going to happen next, but what he certainly hadn’t been expecting was her to push up the sleeve of her jacket to reveal a mark going around her wrist that was painfully, intimately familiar to him. He instinctively reached and wrapped his hand around his own wrist even though it was covered and she couldn’t see the series of bands inked into his skin. “And I really think you should let me in.”

That had settled it, so now here they were. He’d meant to offer her a chair to sit in once she stepped past the threshold, but she made herself plenty busy walking around and looking at what little he had in the way of belongings in his office. He’d never really been the type to accumulate worldly possessions. Especially now, with no magic left in the world there seemed to be even less of a point in collecting knick-knacks to place on his walls and shelves.

“So this is the life that you’ve made for yourself, is it?” she asked.

His eyes narrowed at her statement, more her tone than the actual words that she said. There was something about her voice that was one part curious, one part condescending. While he was no stranger to condescension, it usually came from people who knew him a little better. At least then it could be a warranted thing.

“I’m sorry, you say that as though you were expecting something different.” His annoyance came through well enough in his voice, but there was still something in his eyes that showed how little bite there was behind his bark. Someone with less worldly experience than her would’ve been able to see through it, so he knew that he was practically translucent to her.

She diverted her attention from his desk, allowed herself to stray from the activity of dragging her fingers along it collecting dust on the pads of them. She chuckled, mostly to herself but also at his expense as she rubbed the tips of her fingers together to brush away the thin layer of particles she’d just collected.

“I was expecting something a little different, yes.”

He walked over to her with an awful lot of confidence for someone who didn’t have any real clue who he was dealing with yet. It’d never stopped him before despite how many times it’d gone poorly for him. He stopped right in front of her, leaving a dangerous lack of space between them as he looked up at her. She stared down at him, her dark brown eyes seeming to have an endless depth to them and they were using every centimeter of it to pick him apart. He did his best not to waver underneath the weight of her gaze, the sheer amount of confidence in it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt that type of confidence, maybe he’d felt flickers of it with Eliah, but never with such abundance.

“Let it be a lesson, then, in showing up uninvited with expectations pertaining to a man that you don’t know and haven’t ever met.”

She smiled down at him, but it wasn’t the warm gesture that it could’ve been under different circumstances. If they’d met some other way, or if Fetch was someone other than who he was, it might’ve been one of the warmest, kindest things he’d seen in a long time. But given who he was and the situation they were in, he could see it in her smile that she had important cards hid up in those fur-lined sleeves of hers. Right alongside her Opus tattoo.

“We might not have ever met, Fetch, but make no mistakes about it—I know exactly who you are.”

Now it was his turn to cross his arms over his chest. “And how the hell do you—”

“Because I sat through plenty of Eliah’s stories over the years about his dearest friend Fetch Phillips.”

She let the statement hang in the air between them. Her expression didn’t shift at all, her lips still curled into a smile, eyes still locked onto Fetch’s. From the moment her knuckles had rapped against his door, she’d had the upper hand. Fetch should’ve known better than to allow himself to be blindsided like this. Of all the surprises that had ever walked through his door, however, none of them had ever strode in so confidently and dropped the name of his mentor so unabashedly. He was fighting to have something to say. At this point he didn’t even care if it was clever or scathing. Any words would do.

He couldn’t look away from her. He hardly felt like he could blink, like if he did in that split second she would disappear into the ether along with any information he could’ve gotten from her about the one who had suffered the greatest betrayal at Fetch’s hands.

“You knew Eliah Hendricks?” was what he was finally able to force out, his throat feeling like it was coated in three layers of sand as the words scraped their way.

She hummed, a sound that was beautiful even if it was simply denoting her amusement. Leaning back, she perched herself on the edge of Fetch’s desk—it was enough to put them eye-level with each other. A kindness that she didn’t need to extend. “I’d like to think so, given the number of years that we spent together.”

Fetch tried to ignore the ugly twinge of jealousy he felt at her statement. Regardless of the context he had no right to be feeling those types of things about Eliah, especially not after what he did. But something about her words, the look on her face, it had Fetch feeling like she was tearing what precious time he had with Eliah Hendricks right from between his fingers. It didn’t matter that there was no way for her to do that, even pre-Coda. But now those memories were all he had of him. Each memory of every moment they had together was precious, and he had no desire to be thrown into disillusionment.

“From what he told me,” she continued since Fetch was still standing there dumbstruck, “I had just been expecting to find something different when I showed up.”

Fetch finally managed a laugh. It was one that had an edge to it instead of humor, all that self-deprecation manifesting itself like that. “And what were you expecting, then, when you showed up to the office of the Human Defect from the Opus? The doorstep of Eliah’s Pet Human?”

She shrugged as she crossed her arms over her chest again. “I figured you would’ve had more to show for it.”

“For what?”

“For throwing it all away.”

He flinched like the words had physically stung him. In some ways they had. He couldn’t look at her anymore, instead shifting his gaze so that he was looking at the wall and space just to the side of her head rather than into her endless eyes.

“Then this should be good news for you.”

She frowned at the bitterness in his tone, the way it drowned each word he said. She shook her head even though he wasn’t really looking at her anymore. “I don’t take pleasure in anyone’s suffering. Even Humans.” She paused. “Even yours.”

Those two words got Fetch to look at her. While there were still countless things that he didn’t know about the half-elf sitting in front of him, he could tell that she was being truthful. What good it did him, he wasn’t sure. It smoothed out some of the jaded edges he’d put in place with her.

“What help did you turn up looking to offer me?”

She looked around his office. “Looking at this place? Now I’m thinking I can offer a bit more than I originally thought.”

The exhale that went through his nose almost sounded like a laugh. Still, he shook his head. “I work alone.”

“And how has that been working for you?”

“Last time I worked with a team it didn’t go so well either.”

Sarya frowned at that, but it didn’t stop her. Fetch could see why Eliah would’ve liked her. “Don’t you ever tire of it? Being alone?”

It was easy to say that he’d become accustomed to being alone because now it was an active choice. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Making friends had never come easy to him even before the Coda. Afterwards it was nearly impossible. So instead of fighting the uphill battle, he embraced it. Clearly she hadn’t made the same choices as him.

“I’m tired of everything,” he admitted honestly. A minute of heavy silence passed them by before Fetch spoke up again. “Did you decide to show up because everyone thinks I’m going to find a way to bring the magic back?”

She smiled, this time one that had real genuine warmth to it. “No—I found that out on my way here to Sunder.” She pushed off his desk so that she was standing upright again. “It’d be quite the trick, taking away the magic and then giving it back.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

He said it like a joke but he had to admit he was relieved. At least someone around here still had a level head on their shoulders. Too much hope was a dangerous thing and it looked like Sarya understood that as well as he did. Maybe even more depending on just how many centuries she had on him.

“That’s because I’m not.”

Fetch smiled. “Alright then. In that case, maybe I could use a little help.”

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Choices

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: When Aemma passed away during childbirth Viserys was faced with two choices, either wed the daughter of his Hand Alicent Hightower or Elna Stark, the daughter of the north.

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: Fluff

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Elna straightened her back fixing her furs that were too heavy and made her sweat in the heat of King's Landing, she wanted this to be over soon so she could take off her furs.

"Welcome Lord Stark" Otto Hightower greeted Elna's father with a fake smile on his face, she knew her father brought her here to challenge Otto so the King will marry her instead of Alicent.

"Thank you, Lord Hand, can you show us the way around, I fear I have exhausted myself with this trip" Her father nodded back. His words were a lie, he was as strong as a horse and such a trip never tired him out but he did not want to be in Otto's company.

"Of course and this maiden shall show Lady Stark the way to her room" Otto flicked his finger making one of the girls behind him scramble over to Elna. He did not even bother bringing his own daughter to greet them which was a way to show disrespect.

"This way, my Lady" The maiden led the way away from the med. Elna's own handmaiden followed with her famous glare on her face, she was a hard person and very professional unlike Elna.

"This shall be your chamber, my lady" The handmaiden opened the doors to a room just as big as her own in Winterfell. She thanked her and walked throwing her furs off.

"Shall I prepare a bath, my Lady?" Her handmaiden asked. Elna nodded her head. She proceeded to untie the strings holding her corset together. Her dress fell down on the floor in a heap followed by her small cloth leaving her bare as her handmaiden spilled the last bucket of water in the tub.

Elna let out a sigh as she sank into the water, not hot or cold just perfect lukewarm cooling her heated skin. She scrubbed her skin to rid herself of the sweat that build there from her furs. Her handmaiden prepared her dress in the meantime. It was light blue, and flow to let in the summer breeze in as well had many openings to cool her heated skin.

Elna grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair dried much faster than usual in the heat and her handmaiden braided som strands back to keep it out of her face other wise she let the straight black hair down covering the back of her dress until the top of her bottom. Elna was proud of the length of her hair and wanted to show it off, not many had hair as long as hers and definitely not as healthy thanks to the oils her father gifted her from Volantis after one of his trips.

"I feel like taking a quick walk in the gardens, I will meet you in the throne room soon" Elna turned to look at her handmaiden. the older girl nodded and waited in the room as Elna left, there was no need for her to distrust the Lady of house Stark. Elna was described as elegant and ladylike, lords and ladies would put her as en example to their own daughter, she was perfect at embroidery and sewed her house sigil on a flag at only seven name days and now it was hung proudly over their home and her father refused to take it down even ten years later. She was also skilled with a dagger thanks to her younger brother Cregan. She as well was very good with children and would help with their teachings after finishing her own studies with her Septa who never scolded her once in her life. All that made the houses of the north choose her to be sent to the King.

Elna sat down on a bench beside a rose bush. She does not usually see flowers since she loved in the north where only snow was seen for miles. During her few trips with her father she would pick a flower and hide it until it was dried before placing it in a book to keep it as a reminder of the trip and the beauty of the nature.

"What is a Lady doing here all alone with no chaperone?" Elna jumped at the sudden voice. She turned to find a middle aged man standing beside bench. She did not know who he was but she stood up respectfully either way and plastered a sweet smile on her face.

"Enjoying the gardens, my Lord" She answered. She touched the bud of the rose she was smelling earlier.

"Not something you see often?" The man asked stepping closer to her. She shook her head letting go of the flower and turned to face him.

"All I see is snow" She answered. The man chuckled shaking his head a little.

"What about you my Lord, should you not be in a meeting? i do not want to cause you trouble" Elna chewed on her bottom lip nervously. The man stared at her for a second before reaching over and pulling her lip from between her teeth making it flush red again as well as her cheeks.

"No worried, my Lady" He said. Looking between her brown eyes and the rest of her. She felt a little uncomfortable and wrapped her arms around her midsection to cover the exposed parts of her body which snapped the man back to reality.

"You do not have to fear me, my Lady" The man assured. She aloud her lips to twitch a quick smile before turning to the palace knowing she should leave soon.

"You look like you are running away from something, my Lady?" The man asked. He sat down on the bench she earlier sat on. He gestured for her to sit beside him, she was hesitant a little but did so.

"Just needed a moment before I get presented in front of the King" She answered. She shrugged her shoulders which was an unlady like act but she did not even notice herself.

"Do you not wish to meet him?" The man asked. He sounded a little worried. She looked at him confused but chose not question his reaction.

"No, it is not that. I am overwhelmed, tis all" She answered. The man smiled a little. Her eyes widened when his hand extended to her face only for it to bypass her and pluck the rose she was smelling earlier. He moved to place it behind her ear which proved to be a wise choice as the colour popped against her black locks.

"A rose for a rose" He mused. She smiled shyly and looked down at her fingers sitting elegantly on her lap. She had taught herself to stop fidgeting when nervous after her Septa told her that it was unlady like.

"Are you sure you are merely overwhelmed? You look terrified" The man touched her chin and Elna let his hand wander to her cheek before looking up at him and he let his hand drop back on his lap.

"I heard that the King was ill and needed a nurse for a wife and truly do not wish to spend my life nursing a man instead of loving and being loved by one" She answered truthfully. She did not know why she felt safe and like she could trust this stranger, she could get beheaded for her words or even for a second thinking ill of the King.

"Ah I see, well those rumours can make even the strongest maiden fear her future?" The man leaned back against the bench. Elna's eyes widened when the man did not deny the rumours.

"So they are true?" She asked leaning forward. The man shrugged his shoulders a little and much to his amusement she gulped as if she was afraid.

"If you will excuse me, my Lord, my father should be expecting me soon" She stood up curtsied a little. The man reached over and grabbed her hand making her gasp a little. He raised her softer hand and placed a kiss on knuckles. He let go of her hand and watched as she stalked back over to the Red Keep with her back straight and her head held high but each step held grace and composer.

Elna found her father and handmaiden by the door waiting for her. Her father smiled at the sight of her and his eyes held proudness at the sight of their house sigil as a necklace around her neck. He knew she wore it because she missed her wolf, there were no more direwolves in Winterfell but he insisted on gifting her a normal she-wolf who she named Willow.

"What ever happens in there you must know that I will be proud of you regardless" Her father patted her hands that clutched the inside of his arm. She smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I know, father" She whispered. Lord Stark turned to the door and nodded at the guards standing there.

"Lord Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and his daughter Lady Elna Stark" The guard announced as he opened the doors. Elna smiled as the crowed parted as her father led her down the stairs. She did not dare look up at the Iron Throne, she was told that the King was an old ailing man who wanted to marry a woman who will nurse him through his last years.

Her father paused by Otto Hightower and Alicent Hightower, a brunette girl who looked younger than Elna herself. Elna felt bad for the poor girl who looked terrified and like she was praying in her head to not be chosen.

Elna finally found the courage to look up at the Iron Throne only to find it empty. She turned to her father who gave her an encouraging smile. She smiled back and straightened her back.

"King Viserys of house Targayen! the first of his name, King of Andals and the Rhoynar and the First men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the protector of the realm" A guard announced. Elna tightened her grip on her father's arms, she was truly afraid, she did not wish to marry a sick man who could barely walk. She awaited the sound of a cane but it never came and instead she heard the sound of two healthy feet creating a rhythm as they walked. She turned along with the entire court to face the king.

Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw the stranger earlier make his way over to her and her father or more like to pass by them to the Iron Throne. He winked her way discreetly as he passed by and walked up the steps to the Iron Throne. She spoke ill of the King in the King's face without knowing and now she feared his anger.

"Lord Stark,I welcome you to my court" King Viserys' voice boomed around the throne room.

"You honoured by accepting me in your court, your grace" Rickon Stark bowed to the King. Elna gave a curtsy along with her father, eyes never leaving those of the King trying to read his expression. He did not look angry which was a relief but one cannot always be sure.

"Your daughter had grown into a beautiful young lady I see" The King spoke. His eyes on the rose she still had tugged behind her ear. Elna looked down blushing at his compliment, this gave her some sort of peace that he was not angered by her.

"She has" Rickon grinned at his young daughter. Yes she was no son and not his heir but he loved her dearly and coddled her even at her age of ten and seven. Soon after the King announced a feast to be held in their honour before ending the meeting for the day.

Elna made her way to her room still shaking from earlier. She had never expected the stranger to be the King himself. She let out a squeal of surprise when she opened her chamber door to find the King sitting on her bed awaiting her arrival.

"Your grace" Elna curtsied, not daring to raised her eyes off the ground. She was ashamed and she was even more ashamed to admit it even to herself.

"Your sickly King requires assistance, Lady Stark" King Viserys was the one to break the silence that fell over the room. Elna looked up at the King to find him pointing at the table beside the bed where a pitcher of wine sat with two cups of wine.

Elna moved over to the table silently, she did not know what to say or how to justify that she did not mean any disrespect. She picked up the pitcher and filled one of the cups halfway through before placing the pitcher back on the table, she wished she was the one drinking this wine now. She handed the King the cup with a blush as their fingers brushed against each other.

"I did not mean to disrespect-" Elna's jaw dropped when the King downed the wine in one go. He placed the cup down on the floor by the foot of the bed and turned to look at her bewildered expression.

"Did not expect an old man to drink wine so fast?" The King asked. Elna gulped and looked down at her hands.

"I did not mean to offend you, your Grace. My words were dumb and I do not know how to show you my regret" Elna whispered. She flinched a little when he stood up from the bed. He stepped closer to her until they're chest were almost touching. Elna has never been struck before and it seems this was the day she will be.

"Let me steal a kiss from your lips and you will be forgiven" Elna's head snapped up in shock at his request. He raised an eyebrow awaiting her reply.

"I do not know what to do, I have never-" Her words were cut off when his palm made contact with her cheek, so soft and cautious she almost thought it was a feather.

"No worries, I can just cut off your head instead" The King's fingers trailed down to her neck and used his pointed finger to draw a line from one side to the other. Elna's heart picked up in pace and she felt dizzy and her ears were ringing. The King moved to step away from her but both of her hands grabbed his biceps before he could and he turned to her with a smirk.

"No, please, I will do what ever you want, your grace" She whispered. The King chuckled and fixed his posture to his previous one again. He placed his hand on her cheek again and leaned his head down, not yet connecting their lips. Elna closed her eyes feeling his breath hitting her lips, she could almost taste the wine in it.

The King took a couple of seconds before making up his mind and diving into her lips. Elna's breath caught in her throat when she finally felt his lips on her own. She did not know what to do so she mimicked what ever he was doing. She felt herself growing addicted to the taste of wine on his lips. The King wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest, himself growing addicted to the taste of something sweet on her lips, probably a fruit she used to paint her lips with.

His hand trailed from her neck to her bicep and down to her elbow and raised it to wrap around his neck. Elna got the memo that she was not supposed to just stand there and wrapped her other arm around his neck letting it tangle in his gold-white hair. She forgot all about the time or the fact that her handmaiden may already be on the way to help her change her dress and accessories for the feast.

She let out a small gasp at the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and it sounded like metal. She turned to find the king's golden crown on the floor beside them. They both panted after the powerful kiss, her eyes wide on the crown and his on her.

"I am sorry I did not mean to-" The King placed his finger on her lips making her stop.

"You do not recon they will notice our absence from the feast, do you?" he questioned teasingly.

"Why would we miss it?" She asked tilting her head to the side.

"Do you not want to continue that?" Not a sinlge answer was given in that conversation. Elna's face grew hot at his suggestion making him chuckle. He grabbed her hand and raise dit up to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"I will be expecting you there" He whispered in her ear before leaving. Elna's face was still bright red when her handmaiden walked in with several dress on her arm for Elna to choose from. Elna was more than excited for the feast now.

[leopardfang15]

Hi :)

You wanted Percy x reader asks so here I am

I'm not sure if you like this but I would like Percy holding or interacting with his first (newborn) child because it's just so sweet and he would be the best dad. He would make them toys and get excited every time they learn something new. And maybe the baby having his eyes cause they are the prettiest green.

Or

Percy x reader/OC spending a nice date in the park/at the lake, maybe it ends in watching the sunset. Percy tinkered something for reader (either something useful or something nice) and in turn reader also surprises him with a thing they made themselves.

Or (I have too many ideas)

Grog accidentally breaks Percy's glasses and now he struggles with his poor eyesight so the next day reader takes him into the city to find an optometrist to get new ones made. Can either be sweet or funny or both.

I wouldn't mind you writing one or all of them, you choose :)

Authors Note: so I only did 2 but I will definitely do number three at some point. I just wasn’t quite feeling it right this moment and I really wanted to post this. Anyways, enjoy!

Ansuya was exhausted, understandably so. She’d faced down dragons, vampires, giants and so much more, and the thing that caused her more pain than anything else was a mere seven pounds, five ounces and twenty inches long. Like many a foe, he had been screaming and covered in blood. However, that was an hour ago.

Now, Percy’s son was resting peacefully in his arms. He’d been cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket that Ansuya had made. It was dark blue like his favored coat and had the De Rolo crest stitched on in shiny, gold color thread. The creator of both the blanket and child had followed her son’s example and gone to sleep. Percy took a moment to marvel at the woman who’d given him such a precious gift. Her dark skin had been cleaned of the sweat that had drenched her body and she’d been changed into a clean robe. Her bedding had also been switched out and her black hair had once again been tied back. She’d been so exhausted Percy doubted she’d wake up before dawn as had been her ritual since long before he’d known her. He had no plans to wake her. She’d earned her rest for fighting so hard to bring their son into the world.

A slight movement from the bundle in his arms brought Percy’s gaze down. Their son had a mixture of his parent’s complexion, far darker than Percy but still lighter than his mother. He had some wisps of dark brown hair on his head, an adorable nose and ten little fingers and toes. Percy kept counting them. Logically he knew the number of fingers and toes wouldn’t change, but that didn’t stop the tinkerer from doing it over and over again.

Percy created a lot of things; fire arms, traps and other weapons. More recently he found himself crafting children’s toys, a music box, a cradle and a small mobile with little dragons. He found those to be quite fulfilling but this little person in his arms, cradled to his chest?

This small boy was his proudest and most beloved creation.

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(AN: time for story 2)

The light gleamed off the lake and made it sparkle in the midday sun. Percy and Ansuya managed to find a shaded spot to lay out their blanket. Percy offered to sit closer to the water since he knew it reminded her of home but she teased that she didn’t want him in the sun too much.

“We don’t need you looking like a boiled lobster because your delicate skin couldn’t handle the rays.” She said, caressing his cheek. Percy rolled his eyes but the small smile betrayed his amusement and that her concern for him was appreciated.

Now they sat, back against the tree with the remnants of their lunch neatly packed away in their basket. Ansuya was resting her head on Percy’s shoulder while he ran his fingers through her hair. She’d let it out of its customary braid so that Percy could stroke the curled strands. Ansuya took a deep breath and nuzzled further into Percy’s shoulder.

“Keep doing that and I might think you’re trying to burrow under my skin.” Percy said, his chuckled slightly jostling her.

The dark skinned woman smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “There’s a thought. I’m just glad we did this, it’s nice to get away.”

“Yes,” Percy said, pressing a kiss to her head. “I enjoy spending time with you that isn’t interrupted every five minutes.” He said, grumbling at the memory of Scanlan walking in only to start teasing him while he was spending time with Ansuya. The bard hadn’t walked in on anything particularly interesting but the didn’t stop Scanlan from relentlessly teasing him.

Ansuya chuckled. “It also helps you. You’re so much more relaxed.” She said, sitting up so she could rub his shoulder. She could feel a lot less stress in him. She couldn’t hide her smile at how he nearly melted at her touch.

“Yes well, you do have that effect on me.” He said, looking at her with warm, green eyes, lighter than her own. A faint blush then dusted his cheeks as he reached into his coat pocket. “I-I made something for you.”

Ansuya shifted away from him so he’d have space to show her and ended up sitting with her legs crossed opposite him. Percy pulled out a metal rod with some leather wrapped around the middle, seeming to be a hand grip. At first the monk was confused but then Percy pressed a small button and then the rod extended and revealed a sharp blade at one end.

“It’s a spear.” Percy said before seeming to mentally cringe at his own statement. “Obviously, but this will be easier to carry and much easier to conceal. I can make you a holster, similar to my own.”

Ansuya carefully took the weapon from Percy’s hand and looked it over. It was simple, no extra details or design. She tested the weight and balance while she continued to listen to Percy.

“To be honest it’s just a prototype. I’d need you to test it along side the original and it is still untested in combat. I simply require your input to refine it so I can make the necessary adjustments.”

Ansuya stopped listening as he started going over who she could possibly spar against to give it a try. She could only picture in her mind’s eye Percy, working down in his workshop for days or even weeks. The long hours he no doubt spent drawing up plans and testing the release and retracting of the device, let alone a blade that could slide back into the pole itself. Not to mention how long he spent learning how to forge a simple spear, let alone something this unique. He’d spent all that time, sweating in his forge, to make something for her? Her heart felt fit to burst with love for this man who was still babbling.

“Perhaps we could ask-“ Percy was stopped mid sentence when Ansuya pulled him in for a kiss. He was shocked but melted into the kiss easily enough. Ansuya broke the kiss but rested her forehead against his, smile so warm it rivaled the sun.

“Thank you, Percy. No one’s ever done something like this for me, spent so much time with me in mind.” She blinked away her tears, not wanting to fall apart on him. “I wish I could- oh!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of cloth. She smiled at him, a bit shy.

“I know lots of nobles have these and you probably have a bunch but, with how busy we’ve been I didn’t think you had one like this.” She placed her gift in his hand.

Carefully unfolding it, Percy gasped. It was a simple, white, silk handkerchief. What was extraordinary about it, to him, was the de Rolo crest embroidered in the corner. He ran his thumb over the stitching, taking in the image created by shimmering, gold thread. He looked back up at her with her shy smile. She was so beautiful.

“Thank you, my dear.” Percy said, folding her gift with swift fingers. “I’ll always treasure it.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Get to Know My OC Tag Game:

Thank you for tagging me @rickie-the-storyteller!

(Disclaimer: I may have to adapt some of the original questions to fit the context, as the story takes place in a medieval-esque fantasy setting, and will add some questions that I’d like my character to answer that may explain some other things about them. Also, I wasn’t comfortable enough - for some unexplained reason - to use 1st person words for the Interviewer - such as me or I - and so the Interviewer is in a generic 2nd person POV)

[The following character (and the ones that will follow in other posts like this) belongs to my Medieval Dark Fantasy WIP, The Last Wrath. The picture is just a face claim found on pinterest, as I haven’t had time to make character art for the entire cast of my book, and said picture belongs to its respectful owners.]

Let us begin!

A door opens, and 16, soon to be 17, year old Raelen Ashiren strides in. She bears a reckless smile on her face, and her steps are carefree and confident as she walks closer, grasping your hand in a firm hand shake. Her smile is a litle crooked, you notice, and just as wild as her heart. She is an unusual kid of pretty, messy long brown hair carelessly pushed away from her face in thin braids, and warm skin that bears a few small scars. Her clothes are loose and simple, designed for practicality while retaining that unmistakable burst of personality that permeates everything about her presence, a starry purple scarf giving her attire a dash of color. You can’t help but notice that while her clothes are simple and clearly worn by her frequent adventuring, they are not in a bad shape either. 

Her voice is fast and joyfully loud, but her words carry a strong sense of warmth and honesty. You can see clearly in her bright eyes every emotions that she is feeling, and like an open book they tell you a story of someone who is brave and wild, but at the same time full of joy... with a touch of something else you can’t quite place. She takes a seat in front of you, awaiting eagerly for the questions you may be inclined to ask.

1) Are you named after anyone?

Raelen: Yes, I am. Heh, I um, was named after my paternal grandmother, though her name was a bit different from mine. She was called Raellyn, and my parents adapted the name to Raelen for me, I guess it was so as to avoid confusion between the names... She was a great warrior, and the pride of House Eiriant during the years she lived - I think my Da wanted her legacy to live on somehow after I was born, even if just in her name, so ... here I am, Raelen. (Cue a laugh and little jazz hands as she finishes her answer)

2) When was the last time you cried? 

Raelen: Well, isn’t that a loaded question, (she chuckles awkwardly, bringing her hand up to fiddle with her necklace), one that I’d rather not answer...(she quietly adds, before begrudgingly sighing)... But I guess, if you really want to know, it was when my older brother Julyan was captured by a bunch of assassins... and I couldn’t do anything about it.  I’m still looking for him, and I don’t know if we’ll find him anytime soon. (her lip wobbles a bit as she looks up towards you) Can we move on to another um... topic now? 

Interviewer (you): Oh, my... um, I wasn’t expecting that, I’m so sorry... (you/the interviewer plaster their best smile on their face, trying to smooth things over) Of course, let’s move on!

Raelen: (her breathing sags a bit in relief and she smiles back at you) Thanks.

3) Do you have kids?

Raelen: What the hell? (She mutters awkardly in a laugh) Of course not, like, I’m barely not a child myself, and I don’t think I want another person to worry about in a world like mine, at least not in the foreseeable future and until I am an adult and have everything figured out. Even if I was not living on the run or there wasn’t a war between the realms about to happen, that would probably still be my answer. (She runs a hand through her hair, chuckling a bit and leaning forwards towards you, as if sharing a secret). With an adoptive brother like Azra flying around on a dragon, I’ve got my work cut out for me right now... (Suddenly she becomes pensive) I can’t imagine how Julyan handled it, like, caring for me and Azra when he was just a kid himself after our parents... you know. I don’t think I would have been able to do that so well even now... (After a pause she taps her hands on her knees, smiling once again.) Either way, circling back to your question, no, I don’t have kids nor plan to have them any time soon.

4) Do you use sarcasm?

Raelen: (smiling with a hint of laughter) Only every day! I’m trying to cut down a bit on it, that seems like a habit that is cut out to get me into more trouble than I already am, heh. But with the company I keep, I’m surprised I’m not more sarcastic or swearing like a sailor, because let me tell you, my friends can be either brilliant or the stupidest people I have ever met and there’s no in between. There are days where they are really testing my patience and I love them for it. (She laughs) I guess sarcasm runs in the family, but I try my best to be um ... politer.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Raelen: Um, I guess I’m kind of good at telling when people are lying to me or have ill intentions. Everyone has a tell, though some may be harder to understand than others. I think it rather comes as a necessity when you live in Agrannor, but I’ve met some people that can prove that thought otherwise in a second (She pointedly stares at Vallerius). Also, personality wise, I am also quick to notice the little quirks and expressions, the small characterictics that tell us what they are really feeling even if their words won’t. But all of this only applies to when I am in a good or focused mood, because if I’m scared or angry the deal is totally off and I may or may not be really bad at those things I just said under those circumtances, heh.

6) What's your eye colour?

Raelen: Hazel green. At least, I think that’s what I think it is. Oh, and they only change color a small bit when I use my magic, which is something I don’t know what to make of. I’m still practicing, Vall’s teaching me more about magic, so I hope I can get those cool colorful eyes in the future, (she geeks out a bit) though I guess mine are already pretty sweet. 

7) Any special talents?

Raelen: I’m Mageborn, which means that I was born with magic in my blood, unlike a regular human. So I can cast spells and change things in the world around me with them. My family is pretty ancient, especially my Mom’s side of the family - House Ashiren, hence the surname - and we’ve been mages since before the Ancient War. (She twirls her necklace in her hands, thinking, and a small smile appears in her face) When I was a kid - after our parents disappeared and it was just me and Julyan - we didn’t have much other than our own company, so Julyan used to tell me all those tales about our ancestors, to make me feel better - powerful warriors and mages fighting to rid the kingdoms of the scourge of the Secret Court (Raelen raises her arms a bit, enthusiastically, like one would telling a heroic tale) - and I used to dream of becoming a hero, like they had been... So, as far as special talents can go, I think I have them - I can do magic, I am a mage after all, though I wish I could be better at it. I’ve been improving a lot recently, ever since Valleriusand I started practicing together!  Though I think I may never be as strong in the magical arts as Julyan is - I’ve always been more like my Da after all, Julyan’s far more like our Mom than he’d admit, and that includes being extremely talented with fire magic. Other than the magical side of my um, “talents”, I’m a ... good  swordfighter, I guess, and I’m kinda good with daggers. I can defend myself pretty well, but that’s about it. (She laughs heartedly) I can’t shoot an arrow to save my life though. Other than that, my real  passions lie on investigating forgotten things about old magic and adventuring! Does that count as a talent? I think it doesn’t, but does it count?

Interviewer (you): Uh... I don’t know, maybe?

Raelen: (smiling) Great! Because I’m a pretty good adventurer then, heh, though most people around me prefer to call me a troublemaker for some reason... (she says, a sarcastic lilt to her voice) I guess it does have a good ring to it, though adventurer sounds far more... heroic. I’m still workshopping that one, but adventurer sounds much cooler than troublemaker. 

8) Scary tales or happy endings?

Raelen: Uh, life in the continent is already one scary tale and a half on my opinion, I mean, you have wars in one hand, intrigue in another, a bunch of crazy corrupted sorcerers wanting to rewrite the word in blood and everything that twisted magic entails, such as the Shroud around the forests back home. So, if I have to choose which story I want to tell or hear around the fire, I definitely  would go with one that ends at least remotely happy. The heroic ones are my favorites, if you can’t already tell. I think that hope is a important skill to have in any situation, especially in dangerous ones, so a story that is inspiring to some extent or at the very least tells us something interesting, is definitely better than a terrifying one. But I maybe got a bit too caried away here (she chuckles)....

9) Where were you born?

Raelen: I was born in my family’s ancient estate near the Forests of Midtaren, during the Agrannorian Civil War. A while later, when I was around like maybe four or five, our parents went in a strange mission and never returned. Julyan and I had to move to the Kingdom of Kestrall  all by ourselves, where our godmother is High General and had made a promise to our father that she would protect us if the worst came to pass. The journey to get there however.. um, is something I’d rather forget and never talk about again...

10) What are your hobbies?

Raelen: Running in the forests around Kestrall, sparring, sneaking into the Dragon’s Spire with Gareth - he’s my best friend by the way (she smiles)- and seeing all the new dragons that the Riders are training, talking, annoying the guards, watching Julyan make runic weapons, stealing old books from the Royal Archives -

Interviewer (you): Woah, woah... Wait a second, that’s already a whole lot but... stealing?

Raelen: (Laughs sheepishly) Um, kinda...? Look, its not really stealing, its complicated... the Archives are open to the public, but I got banned from ever entering those halls again because I spoke against that shithead of the Captain of the Guard (She says the title mockingly), after he, um... hurt my brother (She looks clearly uncomfortable/scared at the memory, before she clasps her hands together). Anyways... so there’s that, and now I kind of had to sneak away the books and tomes that I want, though I can’t do it anymore because I’m currently living on the run across the continent. (She chuckles and lifts her eyebrows sarcastically). Listen, if it makes you feel better, Julyan and Azra told me not to sneak into the Archives... at least for the first 10 times. 

Interviewer (you): (clearly concerned, muttering to yourself) That’s so much worse though... (The Interviewer/You clear your throat)... Anyways, let us move forward...

11) Do you have any pets?

Raelen: I wouldn’t call Mystral that heh... She’s this dragon that we’ve got that like, is following us around ever since we uh - snuck her away from the Dragon Spire to escape a bunch of assassins and Azra crash landed us gloriously in the forest. (She giggles, then catches Azra staring daggers at her and answers by making a face at him). Gods, we’d better hope she didn’t hear us calling her a pet... because according to Vallerius’ translations of what she is thinking, she’s uh... (she then begins talking with a mock majestic voice) “The Tamer of Storms and the Scourge of the Earth, cower before me ye mortals” or something along those lines. (Raelen leans closer, whispering to you with a smirk)...But she does look and act like a cat, so I can’t really take her seriously and neither should you. She insists that she needs mittens for the winter, even though she generates enough heat to light up ten forges and has claws the size of a broadsword, and claims that its a disgrace that were not taking such “an important request” seriously in the middle of a war - though now that I think of it, that might just be Vallerius screwing us over with his shitty half-assed translations of Old Dragon Speech. (She narrows her eyes towards the long haired boy across the room, who pointed avoids her gaze).

12) What sports do you play/have played?

Raelen: Look, this isn’t really a sport, but I’ve sparred against some of the older Dragon Knights in a swordfigthing tourney of winter’s solstice Festival a few years ago, and did a pretty great job at it, I think. That is, before a stray spear knocked me on the helmet and left me unconscious for like, two hours. Teiva - that’s the General, our godmother - thought it was funny and seemed impressed, while Julyan nearly had a heart attack and the lecture that followed made me wish I was still asleep. But the food at the festival was good! So there’s that.

13) How tall are you?

Raelen: I don’t know exactly, but average height, maybe? Sometimes I think I am a bit taller than other kids my age, but that may be because Azra and Gareth are little ankle-biters, (she turns around as Azra prostests in the background, a smirk on her face as she sarcastically calls out). I think you’re proving my point, huh?

Interviewer (you): (The Interviewer/You smile as they start to bicker and nudge Raelen on the shoulder to catch her attention) This was one heck of a wild ride, Raelen! I hope you figure things out in your life again, and that you’ll find your brother soon. Thank you for coming to my interview!  

Raelen: This was a really fun experience! Thanks for having me, I really got to go though. Have like, an Empire to topple, a brother to save, a rebellion to help.. uh, anyways, a lot of things that I don’t want to burden you with... Bye! 

@lassiesandiego​ @writernopal​ @lyutenw​

[rococospade]

Hello! I have a question regarding the design of your Tarnished character, Letho, and his friend Ambrosia from your fic.

Have you used pre existing armor sets/armor pieces that you find in game for their design, or did you give them different clothes that you yourself made? Just curious, cause it seems like there's a lot of people making new armors for their Tarnished ocs to fit a certain character or aesthetic, just as there's a lot of people using pre existing sets in their drawings of them.

Have a good day!

Hi! Uh, honestly for me it's a little of both.

I'll break the answer into two parts, the fic answer and the art answer.

So, fic wise, Letho is usually in the Confessor Set by default, and either has the base Confessor weapons (Lemosyne) or the Bloodhound Fang and more throwables than god (Mare's Nest.)

Ambrosia's costume I've been vague about because I haven't actually sat down and concretely decided what they're wearing, though in chapter 10 it's probably something like the page set and a hood armour for plot-reasons.

On the art side of things:

So, I've drawn Letho in the Confessor outfit of course, but the costume he's wearing in my pinned post is based on a mix of one of the mage sets (Alberich's) and the Confessor set, plus Rennala's gauntlets because I really like them (and a wrap that he got as a gift, not based on a game item). I've drawn him in the deathbed companion dress a few times, and I've commissioned art of him in a combination of Maliketh's armour + the Depraved Perfumer robes, too. There's also an armour I did based on a design class I'm taking, but I haven't uploaded that yet.

Ambrosia's costume in my head is like a patchwork forest-coloured hedgewitch looking set, I really need to make them an Elden file just so I can look for costume ideas though! I'd love to have them with a game armour look. (Maybe the page set and one of the hood items? Hmm.)

When I do design original armour I try to use game sets as a jump off point, but I'm not good at folding in a convincing amount of detail yet.

Combo of Confessor, Alberich, and Rennala's sets + a shawl

Based on the same as above but with different colours. Hairstyle changed because the idea of him wearing a crystal dart as a hairpin appealed to me -- originally he had the default braided hair, which, beloved <3

aaaand the armour set that's still in development, and not based on anything in the game:

This will show up in fic and art at some point. I didn't plan for it to be gold, but it kind of works conceptually and colours-wise, so why not.

aaand I went digging for the art I had of Ambrosia:

These sketches are from a few months ago. Their costume's really too similar to Letho's, here. I'll need to do something else. But it's hard to picture them in long skirts, so even if I do that, I'll probably draw the skirt as girded.

And this is a pen sketch I did in like 2 minutes to try and figure out what they're wearing in chapter 10. "Oooh I'm just a helpless old person, stop looking at me, I definitely won't hit you with this stick" vibes

Thanks for the ask!

[galactic-senator-amidala]

hello! mun speaking :D

"i am not afraid to use unorthodox means to prove my point"

before we get started, there’s some things that are going to be pointed out here (plz read they are very important):

if you’d like to ask padme or the mun anything, use my ask box! it is open for those specific reasons! just make sure to clarify if you are asking padme or mun

if youd like to rp but dont know if ill say yes, just dm me! they are open for those reasons lol

im pretty much cool with everything as long as it doesnt involve any nsfw stuff (gore & stuff is fine, im referring to smut)

my time schedule is wack so there will be days where i am radio silent. please dont think i am ignoring you, im probs just so busy i dropped dead (id recommend priv msging me to be safe)

my main blog is @flowered-bicycles so if youd like to see how i am like out of rp, go there lol

mun goes by soka but will usually be referred to as “amidala’s (or padme’s) mun. mun also uses she/her

as hard as i will try to be like padme’s canon self, i might end up throwing a bit of myself in the rp as well. if something seems ooc, please let me know but dont be harsh about it

parentheses or // are used when mun is speaking

roleplay is either used in 3rd person or 1st person. if you have a preference you’d like me to use, dont be shy and let me know

extra and disclaimer! - this is strictly an rp blog (yes i may act and speak and react like padme, but i am no way actually her. i am in no way affiliated with star wars! (unless you count being a fan as affiliated) so this is completely fanmade! feel free (much encouraged) to like, reblog, or send/asks and make comments! the ask box has anon on as well, so if you are too shy to use your user, anon is on just for you! if you wish, giving an emoji for me to recognize you by would be greatly appreciated! you can leave comments and ill try to reply to them. i dont think my submissions are open, but if youd like to submit something then ill open them!

BLOG RULES

you may use “potty mouth” when rping in character, but please keep it pretty strictly to star wars cursing (kriff, kark, etc)

padme is straight and will be canonically shipped with anakin (cuz they are married, duhh) but if you wish to do a “non-canonical”/au where padme is shipped with your character (or is not straight), please dm me and we will work it out

keep this a SFW blog! (which means no smut!! violence / gore are accepted tho so be warned)

keep the asks respectful please

uncomfortable topics will be blatantly ignored

dont godmod.

have fun!

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unofficially became ahsoka’s aunt

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PROMPT LIST! (and quotes)

here is a list of prompts that will help structure an rp (if you want to make a structured rp) or help get the rp flowing/started:

extra!: prompts and quotes can be requested together! for ex. : “can i request prompt a. with quote 6?” (or vice versa)

quotes:

1. “why did you do it? tell me”

2. “you know im always here for you, right?”

3. “let me take care of you”

4. “i thought id never see you again…”

5. “we need to get you to a hospital!”

6. “blood? why are you bleeding!?”

7. “sleep at my place tonight”

8. “you know you are my one and only”

9. “im in love with you, idiot (or di’kut)

10. “sh, stop fussing. let me braid your hair”

11. “if you steal the blankets, im going to put my cold feet on you.”

prompts:

a. it’s a mission and we got separated from the group. we are on an unknown planet and dont have any signal to comm the rest of the group. we have to try to make our way back to the ship with only each other and the things we have with us.

b. no one knows when it started, but suddenly people have started receiving red ribbons tied to their pinky and the red trails off to their soulmate. not everyone has a soulmate but we are some of the lucky few who have one. follow the roleplay as we go on a journey to follow the trail and meet eachother, and then live life together as soulmates.

c. a diplomatic mission gone wrong when a terrible virus breaks out in the planet. with the ship pulled to pieces and we are stranded on the planet, how will we survive and rebuild the ship to get off world and warn the other planets?

d. it’s a diplomatic mission to bring a planet to the side of the republic, but something goes wrong. dooku has brought his army to stop the planet from joining the republic and we get caught in the crossfire! negotiations are made and dooku has proposed a challenge for us to complete. if successfully completed, the planet may host a republic base. if lost, the planet goes to the separatists.

!! accepting additional quotes / prompts !!

[thyshadowwriter]

Lost & Found. Chapter 2.

Ivar Ragnarsson x oc.

Summary: being rescued by Helga in one of the raids and reluctantly tolerated by Floki, a young girl finds herself amidst a strange place with strange people, but if adapting to the cultural shock wasn't hard enough, catching the attention of the volatile and beloved son of the Queen would soon prove to be the ultimate proving. That if she realizes just how much being around prince Ivar is walking on thin ice.

Author's note: I took some liberties with the timeline.

Tagging: @youbloodymadgenius

An awkward introduction takes place as Ivar visits Floki unannounced.

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The girl, now Revna, made no opposition to her new name, which in a small amount, made Floki proud in himself, and although Helga wasn't very thrilled, she let Floki have that one. Maybe, with time and understanding, Revna would open up more about herself, or so she hoped.

She was curious about her surroundings, looking around and apparently trying to memorize all of it. But as she tried to move one of the heavy pots, the pain made her gasp and clutch to her side.

Helga rushed to her and guided her to sit on a chair, trying to soothe her.

"You have to be careful, you need to heal."

Revna nodded. Floki took their belongings inside and closed the door. He walked to them and crouched to Revna's level. He showed the palm of his hands to her and pointed to where her wound was, he needed to see if she hurt herself more. Once she regained her breath she looked from his hands to his face and nodded for him.

He uncovered her wound and examined it carefully. It would leave a mark, but it at least it didn't get worse.

"You should be more careful, Revna. It is healing well, the gods favored you." Floki said to her as he covered the wound again.

Looking to Revna's and Helga's dark eyes an idea crossed his mind. Floki quickly raised and began searching the house.

"Floki, what is it?"

"She needs to learn or language, Helga. She cannot live here and not understand us."

"What are you doing Floki?"

He didn't answer her and continued searching until he found a box that caught his attention.

"Here. I knew I had kept it somewhere."

He walked back to them and handed Revna the box.

She looked to the box and frowned then looked to Floki and raised both eyebrows.

"Go on. Open it." Said Floki, urging her to it.

She opened it and inside were a bunch of symbols carved and painted in wood. She picked one to examine it closely, as if by looking they could mean something.

"You can start teaching her with those." Floki said to Helga.

Helga smiled back to her husband, a silent thank you for his help.

Revna took them out of the box and put them on her lap, leaving the box to her side, now completely taken by curiosity, going attentively from one to the next. Helga took some of the runes from her lap, thinking of the lessons she would teach her. It would be just like teaching a newborn their first word, that she knew how to do.

Floki was happy with himself, if he could help Helga in her mad endeavor, he would, gods know she put up with his. As long as the girl learned to respect and acknowledge their gods and their way of life, he could tolerate her. He could try, for Helga.

Floki went to his table and began sorting his tools for his next work, while Helga began teaching Revna the runes and their voices filled the house while he started his work.

A few hours passed like this when the sound of the door being open broke the spell. It was Ivar, who came to visit them, as he would do occasionally.

The gods were testing him, there could be no other way.

Usually, Floki wouldn't mind Ivar's visits, a part of him missed when he was a kid, his home wasn't as empty with Ivar around, but right now, he would rather Ivar didn't show up so soon. He would prefer the girl had more time to get used to them before the inevitable introductions had to be made.

But life was never easy, he could only pray to the gods and hope for the best.

Ivar dragged himself inside and closed the door behind him.

"Hello, Floki. Helga."

"Ivar." Floki said.

"Hello, Ivar." Helga greeted him back.

Helga's hand left the runes she held to the side and she began playing with the girl long locks, while Revna's attention left the runes and went to young man dragging himself on the ground. Floki looked to the girl trying to gauge her thoughts, but her face was unreadable to him.

He could only hope it would be the same to Ivar. He knew very well how Ivar reacted to people who looked to him wrong.

Of course Ivar's attention went straight to Revna. He looked her up and down before asking.

"So... Who is this?"

"We named her Revna." Answered Helga proudly.

"And you brought her back? She'll make a good slave, I'm sure." There was malice in his voice, something that Revna seemed to grasp even if she couldn't understand his words. Her face fell a bit and she pursed her lips together, looking at Ivar with full distrust.

But before either of them would do or say anything else, Helga was quick to correct Ivar.

"She's not a slave. We are adopting her. She's my child."

Ivar looked to Floki with the most shocked expression that ever painted his face, his eyes wide open and his lips parted, like for once in his life he was without words and without a guess of what to do. Were it any other situation, Floki would have laughed, that was a look he never imagined on Ivar, but he too was just as lost, so he just looked to the window as if he could remove himself from the room.

Ivar looked to Helga, who was either oblivious or downright ignoring their confusion and instead was attentively combing and braiding the girl's long dark locks.

"Ah... Well, let's see." Ivar said, the he pushed himself closer to the girl.

He reached his hand to touch her face. He wanted to have a better look at her, in part out of curiosity and in a greater part to assure himself that she was in fact there to be adopted and not some of Floki's scheming.

Or maybe Either Floki or Helga had finally lost their minds, could very much be.

But Revna didn't take his gesture very well and got startled, trying to get far from Ivar but finding herself trapped between his hand and the back of the chair.

Helga held her down by the shoulders and tried to defuse the situation before she injured herself further and Ivar became angry at her.

"Shh, it's alright. Don't be afraid." Helga said to her repeatedly.

"I won't hurt you." Ivar tried to reassure.

But Revna argued something to Helga that neither of them could understand, but if her face and tone were any clue, she didn't sound very pleased.

Ivar cocked his head to the side narrowing his eyes at Revna.

"It's alright, my child. He won't hurt you. It's alright. You don't have to be afraid." Helga tried to calm her down.

Revna said something else but Helga repeated herself, gently patting the girl's head.

"I won't hurt you, alright? I just want to see you." Ivar said to her.

She looked at Ivar then back to Helga who nodded to her with a smile. Revna pursed her lips together again, inhaled deeply until her lungs were full of air and sighed audibly, resting her hands on her lap and turned her attention back to Ivar, nodding to him and allowing him to touch her face, though her eyes started at him like she would throw him in a pyre if she could.

Ivar was pleased to have his way and gave Revna a lopsided smile. He couldn't possibly take seriously the young girl's annoyance and instead was nothing short of amused by the indignant look she gave him.

So Ivar touched her face, trying his best to not make sudden movements and startle her again. She didn't flinch from his touch, but he could feel her muscles tense under his fingertips. He took his time to feel her cheek, the shape of her jaw and her forehead. Her skin was soft and her features delicate, still a tad round but he guessed that would change once she got older.

He could feel her dark eyes looking at his every movement, possibly trying to gauge whether ot not he would hurt her, if he had to guess. Her cheeks became red as he continued to touch her face and her gaze held a curiosity under the poorly hidden grievance.

Ivar then touched her hair, the girl had a dense hair that looked somewhat wild with its dark and shiny waves and curls. Her hair felt soft on his fingers, he took the lock closer to her face and curled it around his finger, then released it.

"See? It wasn't so bad. I said I wouldn't hurt you." Ivar said as he looked back to Revna.

Helga and Floki heaved a sigh of relief. Helga touched Revna's hair again and continued to braid it.

Revna parted her lips as if she wanted to say something to him, but the reminder she couldn't hit her and she rolled her eyes annoyed and sighed, tapping her foot against the floor.

Ivar chuckled at that. He then looked to her lap and saw what he remembered to be the runes Floki used to teach him years ago. He reached out to pick one of them but before he could notice, his hand was slapped away soundly by Revna.

Floki, Helga and Ivar all froze at their positions, looking wide eyed and with parted lips at Revna. Ivar's hand still in the air, Helga's hands on Revna's hair.

Ivar locked his stare on Revna, his clear blue eyes wide open looking at her in complete disbelief.

They stood like that until Floki broke the silence with a laughter that all the surroundings must have heard. He hit the table with a fist and leaned forward trying to catch his breath, his pale face becoming red and his eyes watering a bit.

Ivar moved a bit away from Revna and turned to look at Floki, who was trying to catch his breath, Helga took the runes from Revna's lap and put them away, guiding the girl away from the room.

Once they left, Ivar had his attention all on Floki.

"What are you laughing of, you old fool?"

"Someone finally gave you a lesson. Who would have guessed it would be a child?"